Chapter 9 You Are Not Worthy of Having My Child

He was so crazy and brutal with every move he made for erotic love, and every time his hard tool ran hers through to the end as if he was going to destroy her, in such a fanatical, fierce, and merciless way. His love lust was so strong that she couldn't tell whether she was alive or dead. She struggled, cried, and begged for mercy, but she couldn't receive any pity from him, but instead provoked him to treat her more fiercely. Gradually, she gave up struggling and let him rampage in her body. During this period, he had changed several positions, put her on the bed, on the sofa, on the balcony, and even pressed her whole body against the wall and visited the heaven of sex several times in a row until she was exhausted from torment. After she fainted, he released all his desires into her body. Afterward, Gray leaned on the bed and lit a cigarette between his fingers. Cynthia lay helplessly on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. She asked, "Gray, are you going to be engaged wit