Hearing Wen Wan's words, Chen Bin was totally stunned.
He never expected that someone who seemed so conservative and reserved on the surface would actually like being whipped.
The slutty look on her face now—there's not a trace of the stage's elegance left.
Smack!
Without hesitation, Chen Bin raised the leather whip and struck Wen Wan's perky ass again.
"Aah~"
She couldn't help but moan out loud, her pretty face full of seductive charm.
For the next stretch of time, Chen Bin held nothing back, swinging the whip full force every time.
This was a specially made leather whip—it sounded harsh when hitting the skin, but wouldn't actually injure her.
As whip after whip landed like a storm, Wen Wan's moaning became more and more lewd.
She closed her eyes, almost completely lost in the pleasure of being whipped.
Clear nectar slowly flowed from her pussy, leaving damp traces on the floor.
When he got tired from whipping, Chen Bin grinned and asked,
