In My Desperate Time

Hungry for man? No, I don’t!
“No, no, no. I said It was an accident. Frances Louis, let me go!”
I look at my red wrist pinched by him and feel helpless. Frances Louis is a much more possessive man than I thought.
“If you want more people to notice you, just shout loudly.” Says Frances Louis quietly, without turning his head.
Even if I don’t do anything, just standing next to Frances Louis would have attracted enough attention. So, I can only obediently
shut the mouth, let him lead me forward.
“Mr. Louis, why are you leaving here so soon? This is a special birthday party for you.” 'says someone.
“Have a good time. I've got some personal matters to deal with.”
That man gives me a deep and meaningful look.
“I understand, take your time.”
Frances Louis leads me all the way into the elevator. As the doors closes, he presses me against the wall and kisses me straight
down.
His kisses sweep over me like a storm, encroaching on my sanity.
Suddenly I notice the camera opposite flashing red dots. If others see us kissing like this, I really have no face to see them.
“Ca...camera.”
I try hard to extruded this word from my lips.
It takes several seconds for Frances Louis to stop. He turns to the camera coldly and commands, “turn it off now.”
After two seconds, the red spots disappear.
Frances Louis is really a big shot with great power.
“How did you know that someone is peeping through the camera?”
Before I finish, my words are blocked up by Frances Louis’s kisses.

He is a good kisser, and gradually arouses the desire in my heart. I feel my whole body heat up.
The elevator goes all the way down and stops at the third floor.
On entering the room, he throws me on the bed, and presses his great body over me.
“What do you do, Frances Louis? I have an injury on my waist! Injured!”
“Why don't you think you're hurt when you're dancing with another man!” He snorts coldly with his big hands putting on the
softness of my chest.
“Isn't he your friend? And we're just dancing. You are being unreasonable!” I say, speechlessly.
A seemingly indifferent man can be so unreasonable.
Although the wound on my waist is no longer painful, but with Frances Louis's strength, I am afraid that my waist will be broken
later.
There are fewer clothes on my body, I say sadly.
“The doctor said that I can’t do strenuous exercise, would you please leave me alone!”
“Then I will use a position that won't hurt you. I'll be gentle today.” says Frances Louis. He takes off my underpants without my
permission and turns me upside down. I am in a position of extreme shame.
I turn my back on him, unable to struggle. I can only let his huge organ push into my body little by little.
He is indeed gentle today. His movements are much slower than before, but each push reaches to the deepest part of my body. I
feel my heart and my body tremble uncontrollably. I bite my lips, trying not to let my shy voice spill over.
“S...slowly.” I say tremblingly.
“I'm already slow.” The man says innocently. Then a hard push, of which the pleasure makes me almost faint.
I quickly cover my mouth so as not to cry out in front of Frances Louis. For all the time, I have been trying to suppress myself, for
fear of indulging in this pleasure.
“Cry if you want.” Frances Louis leans over and nibbles at my earlobe.

I could not resist, my whole-body collapses on the bed, but my mouth is stubborn, “No, not comfortable. Not at all. You must
finish quickly. I'm going to sleep.”
Behind me comes the voice of Frances Louis, laughing.
Then he turns me over and carries me out of bed., but the movement under his body doesn’t stop.
I am afraid of falling down and my legs wrap around his waist tightly. As a result, every step he takes makes my whole-body
tremble.
“Your body is much more honest than your mouth. You ought to look at yourself now, how attractive you are...”
Frances Louis forces me to turn my head and look at myself in the mirror.
“No...” I turn away, but he quickens his movements, each time touching my most sensitive point. I look in the mirror, pleading for
mercy, and his movements slow down.
He has weird interest!
He is good-looking, but I don’t expect that he has such a perverted hobby!
I criticize him in my heart.
But next second, I have no mood to make fun of Frances Louis.
In the mirror, the woman's cheeks flush into red, her eyes blurred as if covered with a layer of mist, and her lips slightly spread,
looking charming.
Is that me?
I have no idea that I could be so attractive.
The man seems satisfied with my expression and begins his next attack.
His physical strength is really strong. I like a leaf in the boat, floating and sinking in deep sea, but I can't reach the shore.
It is not until dawn that he lets me go. I have no strength to lift my arm.

Such a coquettish man!
France Louis goes to the bathroom to take a shower, and I lie on the bed, like a fish washed ashore, unable to move.
There is a rhythmic knock on the door.