The Conflict Between the Legs

Francis's Adam's apple rolled hard, but he still untied Mary's hands that were tied behind her back so that she could drink water by herself. As for the handcuffs that were tied to the headboard...

Well, he didn't have the key.

But at that moment, Mary stared at Francis with her drunken eyes. Her freed arms wrapped around his waist, and her head was close to his thigh. Her red lips were almost pressing against the hard area under his pants.

Almost subconsciously, Francis's fingers touched the plump breast, the small nipple that had hardened from the blood.

His fingertips tightened, and the woman's unconscious moans made Francis squint dangerously.

If there was a chance for him to destroy Belland, there was no better one that this. Still, he disdained doing it like this.

Still, wasn't it Belland's fault for leaving his beautiful, unconscious wife alone in the house?

The firmness inside his trousers could feel the warmth of Mary's breath exhaling on it. Francis's head swelled with blood, and he felt an urge that led him to spread his palms to envelope Mary's breasts.

He squeezed them hard.

Although she was still half-asleep, she still did not forget to respond with a frown. She gently bit her lips, and her lips faintly brushed on the huge thing under his trousers.

"Damn it!"

Francis suddenly flipped himself onto the bed. Mary's head lost its strength and fell on the bed.

Francis scooped up her waist and pointed her hot buttocks at himself. At the same time, he released the huge crotch, which was already hard enough.

Francis put his arms around her waist, forcing Mary to turn her back to him and raise her buttocks. The buttocks were so full that they were almost perfect, white and delicate.

This indeed aroused the evil fire in his heart.

The huge thing slowly reached between Mary's legs. Perhaps it was the burning heat that made Mary feel strange. She moaned softly and her buttocks twisted uneasily as if inviting him in.

Francis's ears seemed to be filled with the passionate cries and moans in the room just now, which made him become even harder. He aimed his penis at Mary's cave and rubbed it against the entrance of the cave.

At the same time, he leaned close to Mary's ear. "Sister-in-law, since you need it so much, I won't stand on ceremony."

As he spoke, he poked his head a little into the cave entrance. Just a little bit, and he instantly felt a huge resistance.

So tight?

No wonder that guy, Belland, never seemed to have enough.

"Belland...," Mary felt something was wrong and called out softly.

Francis furrowed his beautiful brows, and his expression froze for a moment.

He didn't enter, but instead retreated.

Mary opened her sleepy eyes and uneasily twisted her waist and hips again. The emptiness that had not been filled swept through her body, and she needed Belland to comfort her.

Francis's face was cold. He did not send his penis into the cave. Instead, he inserted it between Mary's legs.

Mary subconsciously squeezed her legs, which made him feel that his hard rod had sunk into a soft, but very tight grip.

Francis narrowed his eyes and held Mary's waist with one hand. He moved his hips while using Mary's legs to pleasure himself. At the same time, he massaged the entrance of Mary's garden.

This made Mary very uncomfortable. She did not understand why 'Belland' was only rubbing himself between her legs and not satisfying her.

Moreover, the little hot guy kept rubbing against the entrance of her cave, which made her feel even more uncomfortable.

Francis could clearly feel that the woman's vagina was secreting too much liquid, which wet his penis and made his pulling between the woman's legs more slippery.

His eyes were extremely dark. He was forcefully suppressing his desire to intrude into Mary's body.

His rubbing against Mary's legs became faster, the force becoming stronger as well.

"Belland!" Mary shouted in a daze. She could clearly feel Belland's penis rapidly rubbing against her cave. It was burning hot, but he refused to enter her body.

"It's so uncomfortable... Belland... please!" Mary shouted in a daze, begging him to enter her body.

Francis suddenly let go of the hand that was holding her waist. Instead, he pressed his hands on both sides of her thighs, forcing her legs together even tighter. Then, he hit her forcefully a few times.

It made Mary's lower body hurt.

Finally, white liquid splashed out.

He let go of her hand and Mary collapsed on the bed. She continued to twist her waist in pain. After a long time, when the other party still did not fill her void, Mary finally fell asleep again.