Two Idiots

Watching Ryan's back as he left, Rose slowly sat down on the bed, hugged the quilt, and cried silently. Although she was already in her thirties, this was the first time she had experienced such ups and downs in life.

She thought she had finally escaped from Banner's clutches, but unexpectedly her head had fallen into the hands of another, even more terrifying man. Although she had momentarily set aside suicidal thoughts, it did not mean she could ever let go of this kind of torment.

When Ryan left the bedroom, Wena and the other two women who were sleeping on the sofa in the living room had already woken up.

One was cooking, while the other two were holding clothes and taking the initiative to help Ryan dress.

Looking at the man's well-fitting body and the cock between his legs that seemed never to soften, the two girls blushed, and even their hands and feet became noticeably clumsy.