Servant Girl 12

Wang Shao's assistant opened the fingerprint lock and entered the apartment. When he saw the shoes at the entrance, he breathed a sigh of relief and finally found the boss. His two mobile phones were about to get hot and shut down.

He put the briefcase on the cabinet, went to the room and was about to knock on the door, when he heard the coquettish gasping voice of the woman inside, like a painful cry and begging for mercy, the soft voice was low and hoarse, as if suffering and unable to Beast out of trouble.

The assistant is a young man who has not graduated for two years. He has only worked with Shao Wang for more than a year. When he took over the affairs of Shao Wang from the senior, he knew about the existence of the contract bed partner, and even he was quite familiar with the bed partner. After all A lot of broken private matters, Wang Shao is not going to ask, he handles it all.

He was sure that the bed partner of the mixed-race beauty was shopping abroad. Who was the woman inside?

The screaming was so painful and shrill, accompanied by the fast-paced flesh-beating sound, it was not difficult to imagine the scene inside.

Could it be that the boss drank too much and was in a state of confusion, and he kidnapped people back on the road? ! The assistant guessed timidly.

He knew that Wang Shao was in a private villa party a while ago, and the public relations scandal in the hall of the clubhouse, but he was not there at the time, and it was only after dealing with the aftermath that he knew what happened.

The more he listened, the more alarmed he became. It wasn't that he had never heard about the bed partner of Young Master Wang and Mei's mixed blood. Sometimes he sent the bed partner to the apartment for the night, of course he was there.

Wang Shao has always been gentle, considerate, tender and meticulous towards his bedmates, especially the attention to health care. How can it be as violent and brutal as the rape and murder inside?

The assistant raised his hand hesitantly, ready to knock on the door to interrupt the boss's criminal behavior, when he heard a woman's choked voice saying: 'Why stop, did you twist your waist? ’

'no! ’ Wang Shao was repeatedly questioned about his bad waist, with anger in his tone. 'It's the cover that's broken, I'm going to replace it. ’

'You are too hard, I feel like the flesh inside will be pierced by you, so be gentle! ' The woman's voice was soft and vague with some Jiangnan accents.

Wang Shao sneered. 'Be gentle? Do you want me to be gentle with you? As soon as I slow down, you are eager to whip me with a leather whip, make me speed up, how can you be gentle? I should have fucked you to death and made you say I twisted my waist all day long and blamed me for being slow. ’

He really loves and hates this woman. After a love affair, her pear blossoms are crying with tears, her bitten lips are red and bloody, and the snow-white to dazzling skin is covered with erythema, especially between her buttocks and legs. Hong, that place was devastated like broken flowers and willows. If she dared to report to the police that she had been raped, it might turn into a gang rape.

But the more miserable she lost, the more fascinated he was.

After the affair, he pulled out the cover of the sperm, seeing her twitching body buried in the quilt, and the faint sobbing sound, a little helpless: 'Let's give you a bath? ’

This is his rare tenderness, and usually he leaves after putting on his clothes.

'My leg hurts. ' The woman was buried under the quilt, sobbing.

Wang Shao approached: 'Where? Cramping? ’

'No, it's just a pain in the leg. ’

‘Come out, don’t bury it, you can’t breathe like this. ’ Wang Shao lifted the quilt, and the woman inside was still crying.

The delicate and small face, the beautiful facial features, and the beautiful eyes that were filled with water from tears looked at him, making Wang Shao unable to continue to be hard-hearted and ignore it. ‘Where does it hurt? Let me see. ’

The woman grabbed his hand and reached into the quilt.

His fingers touched the slippery and soft place, and even went deeper into it, attached to the bag by the soft flesh, and his fingers were covered with liquid under the layers of shoveling.

He looked at the woman in shock.

The woman also said solemnly: 'This hurts, always feel that there is an object rampaging inside, and the water keeps coming out. ’