Her fingers, despite the slippery nature of his entrance, hooked tightly, holding him firmly in place.
Feng Wei began punching the ground in agony, but Hei Fei didn't stop as she swirled her tongue around and around.
Earlier, with his manhood, he had felt immense pleasure from the same act, but this time, there was only pain. Still, he now had an unwavering faith in her.
He trembled like a gutted fish out of water, yet his eyes didn't waver; they were filled with deep trust. His fingers dug into the mud, waiting, waiting for her next move.
It felt like hours to him when, suddenly, it stopped.
The sharp pain stopped immediately, but the searing, scraping sensation inside continued to throb, a lingering, relentless sharp pain.
He felt utterly betrayed. Had his trust been a foolish mistake?
Was she simply using him, manipulating him from the very beginning?
Was this all some elaborate revenge, a cruel punishment from the start?