Chapter 3 Begging For Mercy

The horse that was pulling the carriage was still running tirelessly, knowing nothing about the lewd operation in the carriage. The horse's hooves stepped on the stones or rubble from time to time, and the whole carriage would shake, along with the two people in the inner dry vagina.

Every time the car jolted, Catherine's vagina would tighten, which made the Bruce on her body laugh. "Why are you so tight? Relax!"

Catherine was pissed off by his words. She didn't relax. Instead, she tightened her waist and abdomen, so as to pinch her obscene vagina more tightly.

"Hiss." Bruce's scalp was numb because of her grip. It felt like the whole penis was gripped hard, not with hands, but with the soft vagina.

Bruce kept begging for mercy. Catherine was in a good mood. She loosened the grip a little and clamped it tightly. Seeing that the forehead of Bruce was sweating, she laughed happily.

Bruce was so angry that he leaned down and covered her arrogant little mouth with his lips and tongue. Originally, Catherine was just kidding, but gradually she was addicted to the kiss. The sound of saliva exchange echoed in her ears. Bruce licked her wet lips again and again, and they were all wet.

Catherine didn't exert any more strength on her lower body. Bruce was reorganized and inserted a few times into her vagina slowly. Then it continued to do big operations.

Their lips and tongues were chasing in the air. It was not the first time that they had sex, but the first time that they had met such a nice person. The pleasure came again from her lower body, which was more violent than before.

The violent thrusts were simply unable to resist. Bruce pinched her breasts hard, and the meat stick was spinning in the coquettish vagina. Catherine couldn't bear this kind of torture, and the intense pleasure made her scream. In the end, after being pushed dozens of times, her whole body trembled to a climax.

The hot obscene water sprinkled on his dick, which made him frown and try hard. After the climax, her vagina couldn't bear this kind of exercise, and she kept shrinking and resisting. After a while of fierce exercise, Bruce finally trembled and shot into her vagina.

The two of them held each other tightly, panting. After the climax, the whole carriage was filled with the smell of obscenity. The lips of Bruce were right next to Catherine's. He licked them with the tip of his tongue. When he was about to continue kissing, Catherine slapped him away.

"Fuck off!" She stood up and put on her chest. Her vagina was separated from the meat stick, and the sperm and obscene water were mixed and slowly flowed to her thighs.

The scene looked obscene and erotic, and Bruce became hard again involuntarily.

Catherine grabbed a handkerchief and wiped her lower body. After that, she threw the handkerchief out of the window and quickly put on her clothes. Her recovery was amazing as if the woman who had been lying on the ground and longing for sex was not her.

Bruce covered his slapped cheek and stared at her with amusement. "Really? You won't recognize me after the exercise, will you? We were very close just now, weren't we? So heartless."

"Who's close to you? If you keep talking, I'll shoot you." She rolled her eyes at Bruce, "It's just sex. Don't think that the relationship between us can be changed. Three days later, I will still kill you! Cut off your head!"

Bruce shook his head helplessly, "What are you doing? You are so ruthless."

"Shut up!" Catherine kicked him, opened the curtain and went outside. She stopped the carriage with a cry.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, the sun was high in the sky. Catherine parked the carriage by the river, found an open space and picked up firewood to make breakfast.

After a night of tracking Bruce, she didn't eat anything. In the early morning, she was coaxed to have sex with Bruce before she woke up. At this time, she found that she was already hungry and her stomach could not help screaming.

"Do you need my help?" Bruce stuck his head out from behind the curtain. His symbolic pale skin of the vampire looked particularly frightening in the sunlight. He frowned and squinted uncomfortably.

Although he was a hybrid, the sunlight was not fatal to him, but it still had a little impact.

"Shut up!" Catherine impatiently threw a stone at him, and the stone hit the carriage accidentally.

Bruce widened his eyes and said in surprise, "It's impossible, isn't it? Is it my fault to make you happy? Little baby, even if you want to vent your anger, you don't have to vent it on my face. I'm the most beautiful man in the Pace family."

"No wonder Adrien wants to kill you." Catherine said angrily, "If I were him, I would choose to kill you. But I don't need to buy murder. I will do it myself."

"How heartless you are!" Bruce was not afraid at all. "Let me help you. I'm good at cooking. Don't worry. I won't run away. After all, I haven't done enough exercises."

While saying that, he looked at Catherine with dirty eyes. Finally, he stopped at the deep cleavage in front of her chest and licked the corners of his mouth, full of the ruffian.

Hearing what she said, Catherine's face turned red. Somehow, she got in the car and untied the shackles for him.

Bruce was full of lust. While she was bending down, he licked her breast with his lips and tongue.

"Bastard!" Catherine slapped him on the face and said, "I will not untie the shackles then!"

She locked it back. Bruce immediately begged for mercy, "I'm sorry. I won't lick it. I promise I'll lick it again when I make love!"

Catherine blushed and said, "Do you want another time? Dream on." She unlocked him.

As soon as the shackles were released, Bruce shook his hand indifferently. "You are still softhearted. The shackles are so long, and the locked person is not painful at all."

Not only was it not painful, but he could also touch women and deal with them without hesitation.

Without any nonsense, Catherine ordered coldly, "Can't you cook? Bring it to me when it's ready."

She pouted to Bruce, pointed to the position of the fire, found a huge stone and lay down to rest.

Bruce had to bite the bullet to cook. In fact, he didn't know how to cook. He had always been served by servants.

And the vampire doesn't eat!

To be exact, they didn't eat the common food that humans ate.

It had been a long time since Catherine received the food from Bruce.

She was impatient. She lifted the leaves on her face and rushed over. She found that the idiot Bruce had extinguished the bonfire. There was only a charred object in the pot.

"Is this what you said you can cook?" Catherine was furious. "It seems that I have to kill you."

She took out her gun again and pointed it at the forehead of Bruce. Bruce smiled awkwardly, "I really can't. In fact, I just want to be with you. I don't really want to make trouble."

"Cut the crap!" Catherine put away her gun and cut the bread casually. "Wash the pot!"