"Crack!"
There wasn't the slightest hesitation.
The whip in Shane Vincent's hand lashed across Lauren Radford's body.
Lauren let out a soft whimper.
A red mark appeared on her pale chest.
The appearance of this mark instantly stirred Shane Vincent's perverse tendencies, bringing a ghostly smile to his face.
Then, one lash followed another, round after round. After a dozen lashes, Lauren's body was covered with whip marks.
Of course, such actions were quite exhausting.
After all, Shane Vincent was getting on in years.
He paused and lit a cigarette.
After a few puffs, his gaze fell between Lauren's parted legs.
He seemed to have thought of something.
Looking at the cigarette butt in his hand, he stood up…
Lauren understood Shane Vincent too well. Just by his look, she knew what was about to happen.
She begged, "Boss, boss, please don't, please don't..."
