lethal to Lin Jinran. The craving within her body surged, a flood she couldn't contain.Her fair fingers clutched Fu Mo Han's crisp suit tightly, her bitten red lips tinged with a seductive sheen. She..."You bastard, I'll kill you!" Su Han, who was dragged back, raised her hand to slap Zhang Coach's wretched face, but before she could even touch him, Zhang Coach grabbed her hand and pressed it down beside her head. 。"Okay, but before that, let me have some fun with you." 。Coach Zhang grabbed Su Han's hands with one hand, fixing them above her head. With his other hand, he grasped Su Han's clothes and ripped them forcefully. 。

"Rip" 。a sound 。The buttons on the leisure suit all burst open. 。"No~~~" Su Han cried out weakly, tears streaming down her face. She struggled, she twisted her body, but she still couldn't break free from Coach Zhang's grip. 。"Don't cry, this is just the beginning." 。g her lips, a deep and lingering kiss.I wanted to break free from his embrace, but thinking about his injury made me hesitate. What if I moved too roughly and made it worseLin Jinran passively looked...