Chapter 17
Wang Damei was struck as if by lightning, instantly freezing up.
But the next moment, panic set in and she began to struggle wildly, twisting her hips and kicking her legs, refusing to let Wu Song fuck her.
No matter how she struggled though, Wu Song held her down by the lower back with one hand—she was like a mermaid, writhing in vain, with no way to break free.
"Wu Song, you, what the fuck are you doing? This is rape, do you know that?" Wang Damei reminded Wu Song anxiously.
Wu Song was already burning up with lust, and couldn’t give half a damn about whether it was rape or not—he just wanted to put Wang Damei, the arrogant village party secretary’s wife, in her place.
"So what? Today I’m gonna fuck you till you beg for mercy! Let’s see if you dare act tough with me again!" Wu Song said, thrusting the head of his "rolling pin" up, rubbing it against Wang Damei’s cunt.
Wang Damei was scared out of her wits, clamping her ass tight and squeezing her pussy, trying desperately not to let Wu Song have his way.
"Wu Song, you’re going to regret this! I, I’ll report you! You’ll go to jail!" Wang Damei threatened in panic.
But her body was already getting wet from Wu Song’s grinding, sweet juices starting to seep from her slit.
Wu Song sneered, sinking a finger in with a wet squelch. When he pulled it out, it was covered in her slick.
He waved his finger in front of her face and mocked, "Wang Damei, what are you pretending to be so pure for? Aren’t you leaking like a bitch in heat?"
Wang Damei wished she could die of shame and rage, her face burning red. "Wu Song, you bastard, let me go! If you don’t, you’ll fucking regret it!"