His hands pushed Wen Mai Xue's bra aside, pinning her down once again. His arms and rough fingers stripped off all her clothes.
Wen Mai Xue closed her eyes, but soon opened them again because Olson fiercely demanded, "Keep your eyes open; I want you to see clearly." His hands harshly slapped her sensitive spots, and Wen Mai Xue dared not close her eyes again; she could only watch her own body undergo shameful changes under Olson's humiliation.
The wool carpet underneath scratched at her back, the weight of the man distorting its shape. Wen Mai Xue moaned softly, following Olson's rhythm.
After Olson finally roared, he collapsed onto the ground. He was old, his endurance was not long, but he just enjoyed torturing Wen Mai Xue this way. Even after collapsing, he remained on top of Wen Mai Xue, his rough hands, covered in dark brown hairs, grasping her chest, unwilling to let go.
