Wang Xiaohu seemed to revel in it, smacking his lips repeatedly; it was like he enjoyed this kind of thing.
Yet Luo Yanling had suffered immensely. The itching was unbearable, the humiliation intense, and all she could do was scream shrilly nonstop.
"Wang Xiaohu, you freak! So disgusting!"
"Why am I so unlucky to have met someone as repulsive as you? Oh, my God..."
"Will you never be done? Woooo..."
"Ah! Ah~~~ah..."
"..."
In less than five minutes, Luo Yanling was trembling all over, seemingly unable to stand, crying even more violently.
But then, Wang Xiaohu smacked her on the bottom, stood up, and snapped, "You slut, what are you wailing for? The more you wail, the more excited I get! Bend over; I'm coming to see you now!"
Luo Yanling lay on the hood, finally able to straighten up a bit as if she had been granted a reprieve, poking her buttocks up high.