Private tutor - Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Is this a curse? You can’t get out of here forever? Then the man grabbed Pia by the waist. Then lifted, trying to put a wedge. ‘No, I hate it…’ My mind refused, but my body rejoiced. Pia gasped as she felt my legs spread apart and the man’s penis pushed in through my flesh. “ah……! ah ah ah!” The vagina, swallowing the man’s penis as if waiting, screamed with joy. A tingling sensation spread throughout her body. “ah! oh! ahhh! Ahhh! ah!”
A man who had his penis pierced to the depths of her body began to thrust into her. “ah! ha ha! Aaaah!!” Each time the man’s penis pierced me deep, Pia’s moan grew more intense. Pia shook her back in line with the man’s movements. The sound of soggy wetness in the vagina that followed vibrated lasciviously. The man bent down and bit the nipple, which was shaking at the same time as her body shook. “Hey!” Pia shouted with a sore throat.
Every time the rod was pierced deep in the stomach, I lost my mind. I knew with my head that it was a monster in the form of a human, but my body was almost going crazy with this man’s sledgehammer. Pia, who was shaking her back frantically, grabbed the man’s neck with both hands. Suddenly, her limbs regained freedom and moved, but Pia did not push the man away. Rather than push him away, I hung my lower body closer to the man’s neck, craving for him. Pia clings to him, hoping for more, more, deeper, more intensely, harder. Hot droplets were scattered across her body. It was the essence of the monster.
As soon as she woke up in the morning, Pia, in her clothes, ran straight to Henry Dale’s room. I had something to ask him. “I’ll be in for a second!” Pia opened the door without even knocking and was startled.
Henry was helped by Lindsay in a wheelchair and there were already several luggages in his room. “Uh, where are you going?” It was clear that he was going to leave this mansion now. Otherwise, what’s with the obvious luggages.. Lindsay was even already wearing a coat. “This mansion is now over. It’s over, everything.” Henry Dale’s face had turned into a skull overnight. Yesterday was not a very good complexion.