Chapter 250

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☆, (8 Fresh Coins) Chapter 216: The Price of a Slap

2701, the VIP rooms from 1 to 10 on the 27th floor are not open to ordinary guests, they are generally used for the group to entertain guests, the General Manager asked her to go to 2701...

Her eyelids started jumping again, He Lele simply closed her eyes—there weren't many things worth her real fear! Having been soaked in vicious rumors for so many years, there was no reality she couldn't face!

The elevator door rang, He Lele opened her eyes and stepped onto the floor. The corridor on the floor was decorated elegantly and extraordinarily, looking more like an art gallery than a hotel.

Pressing the doorbell, the intercom connected.

"Hello, I am He Lele, the General Manager asked me to come—ah!" She had only said half of her words when the door suddenly opened, and the person inside reached out and pulled her into the room, pressing her against the door.

He Lele's eyes widened, looking in horror at the half-naked man staring down at her!

Wet black hair, sharp and handsome facial features, a temperament that made one feel awe just by looking at it—

She, Producer Seeing Shentu Mo!

"You!" He Lele, who had reacted, wanted to break free from his suppression without saying a word. "You, please let—"

In the struggle, the only bath towel on Producer Seeing Shentu Mo's body was rubbed off by her, revealing the lush black jungle on his mermaid line and the magnificent dragon root between them.

He Lele was stunned for a moment and struggled even harder, but couldn't shake him in the slightest. "Please let me go, Mr. Producer Shentu! I, I am no longer an apartment manager!"

"... So what?" Producer Seeing Shentu Mo looked down at her full, round breasts and covered them with his palm flirtatiously, kneading them forcefully through her suit, shirt, and bra.

"Slap!"

A slap, which stunned He Lele herself.

She, she hit him?

"I, I..."

Producer Seeing Shentu Mo slowly turned back his handsome face that had been slapped to the side. Once the black eyes always hidden behind the lenses looked directly at people, the cold-blooded cruelty that looked down on all things could freeze the blood in one's body in an instant.

"Ah—no, don't..."

Struggle was weak, resistance was incapable, crying for mercy was useless.

The price of a slap was his millions of punishments and invasions. Her nipples were bitten until they bled by him, her inner thighs were hit until they were in pain, her little cave...

"Mm..." The dying shudder spread from the depths of her lewd cave to her whole body. Clearly filled with grief and indignation, her body was contrary to her will, spraying lewd nectar, making her baptized by continuous pleasure and pain under his cruel thrusts!

Producer Seeing Shentu Mo stared coldly at the woman who had been softened by his dry-humping. The anger from being slapped had long since faded. He purely enjoyed her weakness of being unable to resist and having to obediently endure beneath him. The lewd little mouth between her legs sucked his desire tightly as if to please him, and every in-and-out made him want to sigh comfortably.

The moans in her ears grew weaker. Producer Seeing Shentu Mo leaned down and held her erect breasts in his mouth, one hand supporting the bedsheet, one hand supporting her thin, soft waist, and thrust heavily into the depths of her flower heart beneath him.

"Ah ah..."

So full, so deep, that huge, hard cock was like poking into her little belly, bumping and hammering everywhere, aching to death, but the inner wall of her little cave, which was fiercely stretched open by him, produced endless sexual pleasure and lewd joy in that frequent and rapid friction, making her unable to tell whether her moans were because of the pain of being cruelly violated or because of the pleasure of being unable to bear more.

"Ah, ah ah... mm ah... no, beg, beg you..."

It was her weakness, it was her incompetence, but being penetrated so fiercely by him, her little cave being so densely and wantonly thrust, every cell in her body was stimulated to numbness by the pleasure radiating from the bone marrow. The continuous orgasm made her body extremely sensitive, and every one of his thrusts pushed her reason a step further into the abyss—

"Uh ah... Producer Shentu..."

"Mo, Mo... I, I was wrong... mm..."

She couldn't take it anymore... sweating profusely, and the place beneath her was even wetter from being thrust, singing lewdly. She really, really... couldn't take it anymore!

Disregarding her bowing her head to admit her mistake, he gently stroked the cute meat bud outside her cave a few times, and when she couldn't bear it and trembled violently, he pinched it rudely.

"Ah ah—"

Two fingers crushed it.

"Ya ah ah ah—"

When she gradually woke up from the chaos, He Lele only felt that her body had suffered all kinds of torture, lying on the bed without a trace of strength, even breathing only by the instinct of her body. What was even more pathetic was that under the endless soreness, the various sensitive points of her body were still flashing with tingling pleasure, allowing the mind that was avoiding pain to enjoy it. ===== CHAPTER 251 =====