Scumbag Flirting System (MTL)

56-60

✨ CHAPTER 56 ✨

Cen Jinyi entered the room and turned on the light. Suddenly exposed to the bright lights, An Sheng closed her eyes uncomfortably, and in just a split second, she was violently pushed onto a small bed behind him.
   

This is not the outdated storage room that An Sheng thought before. On the contrary, the walls and floor are spotless white, which is very dazzling under the incandescent light.

   

The room is not big, and rows of iron shelves are neatly arranged along the wall, filled with all kinds of strange and unusable instruments and tools.

   

The unfamiliar environment brought a sense of potential danger. The girl was stunned for a moment. Just as she was about to struggle, she found that her hands and feet were firmly tied to the cot under her.

   

No, it is more appropriate to say that it is a simple operating table rather than a small bed.

   

Her legs were tied into an open position with straps, because the table didn't have long legs. She seemed unbearable to stretch her legs wide in front of the man.

She tried to tighten her legs to block the sudden spring light, but the man grabbed her knees, forced them to open, and pulled out two straps to bend her knees. Fastened to the edge of the bed on both sides.

   

The girl struggled a few times to no avail, and looked at the man pleadingly: "Brother... What are you, what are you going to do? Let me go."

The man was unmoved, took a few steps, and took a small one from the shelf. The box was opened on the side of the table. First, he took sterile gloves and put them on, then lowered his eyes and fiddled with the contents, as if looking for suitable tools.

   

"What are you doing? It's obviously Sheng Sheng. I made my brother's toys so dirty without my brother's permission, and I have to trouble me to clean it up myself."

   

He seemed to be complaining, but his expression was indifferent as he picked up a A duckbill clip made of transparent plastic, the long clips are tightly closed together, he fiddled with his fingers, and through his underwear, let the tip of his beak fiddle with the sensitive petals.

   

The bound An Sheng shook slightly, biting her lip at first, but as the man's fingers moved faster and faster, the cold and hard instruments ravaged the delicate hole back and forth, she finally couldn't control it, and lowered her voice.

She moaned in a low voice. At the same time, the flower hole twitched and contained all afternoon's semen. With the abundant slushy water, her brain poured out, and the pink panties were wet.

   

The man made two "tsk tsk" and tore off the girl's panties, looked at the ambiguous silver thread between the flesh and the fabric, and shook his head:

   

"What a slutty sister, look at you, you obviously have so much in it. After the semen comes home, are you still so thirsty? Just a little touch, and the panties are soaked through."

The man retracted her panties all the way to her ankles, temporarily loosening the comfort of her legs, and took them off. Then he took out the lighter and lit the cloth in his hand with a bang.