After sucking, he bit down heavily again, and Mia Foster cried out in surprise, "Ah... be gentle, be gentle... it hurts..."
Terror filled her heart, and at this moment, Mia Foster was no longer the strong and rational woman; she kept slapping her hands, looking no different from an ordinary frightened woman.
Felix Shaw raised his handsome face, straddling Mia Foster's body, and easily restrained her randomly swinging wrists with one hand, sneering, lifting his handsome eyebrows teasingly, and asked, "What? Afraid of pain? Was that foreign guy gentle?"
Without waiting for Mia Foster to respond, he continued speaking, his handsome brows exaggeratedly tightening, looking like he found it amusing and annoying at the same time, "Aren't they saying that most foreigners are perverted? Especially when it comes to men and women, they all like excitement,"
As he spoke, Felix Shaw suddenly leaned in with his handsome face, "Mia, tell your husband, have you ever played S&M?"
