"Wuuu wuuu wuuu..."
The sun sets behind West Mountain, and two days and nights have passed like this; Gongsun Lan, hanging on the wall, is once again possessed by Lin Fan. Her mouth is blocked, and at this moment, her eyes are full of tears.
Like a decorative item, she is completely unable to move her hands and feet, forced to endure Lin Fan's assaults again and again. In his free time, he places toys inside, and the continuous stimulation has already broken her.
Adding to that, the phones on both sides record clearly her body's most honest reactions each time, the convulsing joy feels so painful to her, yet she cannot reject it.
"Give him a new muzzle."
Feeling the tight embrace, Lin Fan continues to thrust, pinching her plumpness.
As for her assistants, Sun Qimei and Cai Jing, they remove her gag.
"Wait... let me say something... I'm begging you..."
Gongsun Lan struggles desperately, looking at Lin Fan in despair.
