Revenge: the Abandoned Queen
d behind her back and a b
far they had gone before stopping. The air was filled
emoved the blindfold. Willette blinked h
interrogation room divided
annoying creaking sound. Behind the glass was an iron chair,
ed his smooth forehead.He had a pair of thick, cold eyes th
sciously called o
er cynical male voice called
nlucky. You could even get attacked and capture
ehind her, but before she could see his fac
her lower back as if to crush her abdomen,
Willette had to raise her head, re
r fiancé, how
e's ear, his hot and humid breath tickl
d by all the wandering poets for her beauty. All t
only Tuso people outside of this interrogation room. They haven't touched a woman
the iron chair, just rais
and arrogant man. Even as a prisoner, he sti
e on his mouth hinted at the v
you want?
rcefully lifted her chin, inserting a f
rly rough, almost tearing th
re and more aggressive, directly grabbing h
.. let
turning a shameful shade of red. Saliva uncontrollably sp
he man who was insulting her said casually, "it's not much, Your Highness,
s entire bo
ints, and if given up, the neighboring country Seragon could easil
fall into the most miserable situation. She woul
nchester's calm and
rco Streller, you won'
's breathi
et constantly dropping, and her abdomen, which
. The man named Marco removed his fingers and no longer played wi
est was so thin that it cou
esh of her breasts was exposed to the cold air, th
ow cry and wanted to c
were still tied
.. don't
ple in the interrogation room, her fiancé Lanchester, who wa
tting her skirt into shreds with a blade. And her fiancé sat beh
er!" Willette was tremb
one syllable and could no lo
e sharp and cold blade of the knife drilled into the seam of her pant
head shook, illuminating the
embled slightly as the deeper
so lo
ife handle over her tense anus, parted her quiver
shot through the
her breath and her teeth
alled out her fiancé's name
abandoned her, watching her
"T
ome dirty language, "
did his belt, and his thick and long
his lips tightly together, motionless, watc
urls were always meticulously arranged into a bun, and she wore a sky blue si
diamond was the
ere pressed pitifully on the ground, and she
r waist, and Marco held her white and smooth thighs, whic
the cruel excitement on the face of t
ndsome features and golden hair. He was called the lion of
n was about to
ember, inch by inch, into the entrance that