"Ahhhhh..."
"Ah Zhe, please don't do this!"
"I really can't take it anymore!"
"Waaah... You only know how to bully me!"
On the living room sofa, Bai Ran had been reduced to tears by Sun Zhe in just two or three minutes, crying and begging for mercy. Sun Zhe, however, turned a deaf ear. Not only did he show no tender compassion, but he intensified his assault.
At this moment, Bai Ran was leaning back on the sofa, her feet still adorned with sexy, exquisite silver lace-up high heels. Her legs were spread wide apart with her heels sinking into the soft sofa, forming the shape of a capital "M" when viewed from the front. The thin, pearlescent pantyhose she wore had long since been torn open by Sun Zhe, exposing a large hole. Underneath it, the lace fabric barely covering the mound of her venus had been ruthlessly pushed aside.
