But the struggle I imagined did not happen.
Instead, she held onto the yoga ball and deliberately raised her cotton-soft hips even higher.
"Anyway, a pitiful person like me won't be understood by anyone. If you want to teach me a lesson, just go ahead."
"Still not repentant?"
I was a bit angry.
And I pressed my boxers directly against her.
Lan Yun let out a high-pitched moan, the feeling through just the boxers was completely different.
It was as if a fire threatened to scorch her.
"Yes, I'm not repentant, but I definitely won't let their uncle go, no matter what means I have to use."
"Fine, let's see how long you can keep being stubborn!"
My anger was pouring out like a flood.
At first, Lan Yun said things like, "Even if you kill me, I won't submit or admit fault. You all don't understand," and the like.
Later, it turned into high-pitched moans.
"Ah, faster, faster!"
The fierce assault quickly plunged her into a state of abandon.
