Gal Gadot's heart skipped a beat, her eyes filled with disbelief as she looked at Zhao An. "You...you killed him?"
"Heh, I didn't. He just had a little accident."
Zhao An released his penis and sat down on the sofa. "Get on top and move!"
Gal Gadot felt a surge of humiliation, biting her red lips. She was a married woman.
She had only come here for an audition, a model transitioning to the film industry, and was thrilled to have been chosen by Zhao An, a rising director.
But what she got was a nightmare. Not only was she raped, but she was also repeatedly penetrated…
Ultimately, she became pregnant from the rape, and she felt like dying.
"I need to call and confirm."
Zhao An didn't answer.
He just lit a cigarette and smoked.
Gal Gadot picked up her phone and dialed. Her husband's family asked where she was and why she hadn't returned. Her husband had died in a car accident!
The news made Gal Gadot drop her phone, tears streaming down her face.
She stared at Zhao An in disbelief. "You...you killed him!"
"Either serve me obediently, or you go with him. Want to commit suicide together?"
Zhao An sneered. What kind of wife was this? He just enjoyed breaking up couples. Other men's wives were the most exciting to have sex with!
Gal Gadot sobbed softly. After a while, she took off her leggings and underwear, removing the Wonder Woman miniskirt she was wearing for the shoot.
Zhao An stopped her. "No need to take it off. Serve me in this uniform! Let me see how Wonder Woman serves her man with her pussy!"
This suggestion was humiliating, insulting, but undeniably satisfying. To manipulate a woman, to make her serve him in humiliation, and to force her to smile—that was the benefit of power.
Money really can buy anything…
Zhao An finally understood the essence of that saying!
Gal Gadot was very aggrieved, her eyes red. She still had feelings for her husband, and now Zhao An had taken her by force; she was deeply hurt.
Besides, these rich men are all beasts; they only care about her figure. If she waited a few more years, they might get tired of her!
Zhao An knew what Gal Gadot was thinking, so he stroked her wheat-colored thigh with one hand—smooth and elastic, befitting a professional model.
"Don't worry, I'm different from others. The women you've been with will be responsible and dedicated. Don't worry about me sending you away. Serve me well, and you'll have money, status, and fame. I admit my methods are despicable, but it's all for getting you!"
Listening to the man's explanation, his undisguised covetousness and actions left her speechless.
He was so open about it that she had no way to say anything. Gal Gadot straddled Zhao An's thighs, one hand guiding his erect penis against her vaginal opening, rubbing it a few times. Was she like a widow in a Japanese film?
The hard touch against her clitoris caused Gal Gadot's eyes to gradually glaze over, her perfectly rounded buttocks slowly lowering.
Each time, she lowered herself slightly, taking the glans in a little, then rose again, pressing down a little more to lubricate his penis as much as possible, so that her vagina wouldn't be damaged during intercourse later!
Zhao An thoroughly enjoyed watching a female celebrity service him. This Gal Gadot was a stunning beauty; she was a former model…
Having served in the Israeli military, she possessed a unique aura.
Moreover, she was tall, taller than most men, with the allure of a Western woman. This was a woman Zhao An had to conquer!
A large hand grasped Gal Gadot's shapely buttocks…
Looking at her slightly protruding belly, inside which lay the fertilized egg formed from the union of his sperm and Gal Gadot's egg, representing his possession and defilement of this female celebrity!
"Hiss…so good…yes…like that…serve me well…Gadot…I allow you to invite your relatives and friends…you can entertain them…wearing fine clothes in secret isn't a good thing…now that you have money…now that you're successful…you should show it off to your family…hiss…do it well…everything will come…"
"Oh…ah…don't…let anyone else…touch me…just…"
Gal Gadot bit her red lips lightly, feeling herself filled.
This fullness made her forget her sadness, desire began to surge, yearning for more thrusts.
Zhao An's enormous glans, tugging at the multi-layered folds of her vagina, felt the squeezing and friction of every inch of tender flesh within the young woman's private parts, experiencing the manipulation of the vaginal walls, the tightening of her labia, and the sucking of her clitoris.
The powerful suction and the tight vacuum sent waves of pleasure through him.
Zhao An began to vigorously knead Gal Gadot's buttocks, his fingers pressing and spreading her plump flesh, trying to penetrate deeper.
The two were tightly connected, gazing at the beautiful woman's fair waist, feeling the soft flesh of her silky buttocks against him with incredible pleasure, the burning heat of her vagina igniting his entire penis. His thick penis was thrusting in and out of her vagina, its shadow flowing between her legs.
Gal Gadot was still wearing Wonder Woman's costume, giving her a superheroic beauty, and giving Zhao An the illusion of conquering a superheroine—it was simply amazing!
Many fans may not know that their goddess is actually just Zhao An's sex toy. They fantasize about encountering her, a goddess who is so beautiful, glamorous, and noble.
However, behind the scenes, they have no idea that this so-called goddess is just like any other prostitute, several of them serving Zhao An's huge penis together!
Zhao An felt the heat within the woman's body and maintained a rhythmic thrusting.
Each time he withdrew his penis, soaked with her love juices, a little distance, then thrust it in again, penetrating to the deepest point, tasting her clitoris, the soft flesh beside her labia pushing in, feeling the tingling sensation that sent shivers down his spine, his lower body involuntarily convulsing.
His large hand lifted her uniform skirt, which had slipped down from the thrusting, and felt the silky fabric again. He pulled it up to her waist and tucked it inside the crotch of her pantyhose…
Zhao An caressed the woman's slender waist, pulling her lower body closer to his legs. He felt the pressure of her silky buttocks against his lower abdomen, his penis churning and circling inside her, feeling the suction of her cervix.
Zhao An, panting, glanced at his large, exposed genitals, proudly erect before him, his tense posture somewhat intimidating.
His deep red shaft was covered in glistening wetness, and the surrounding pubic hair was completely soaked with the sticky fluid flowing from the woman's body.