You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1304

Chapter 1304

Joyce's brain was spinning and her head hurt and swollen.Unperturbed, he asked, "I raped you?"

“Right.” Luther stifled a laugh and began to entice her, “You can do tome what I once did to you, rape. That way, you can avenge yourselfand relieve the resentment you felt in your heart back then."

"Is that okay?" Joyce asked cluelessly.

She shook her head, her brain could not think, always felt somethingwrong, and could not think. Did it seem like a loss? Why was therealways a feeling that she was losing money? Unfortunately, she wastoo drunk to figure it out.

“It's okay." Seeing her confusion, he continued to entice, "You tookwhat you hated most back then and took revenge on me. You do themath, you won't lose. And it's a bargain.”

It was the ultimate in seduction, and he took her hand and helped heruntie her own nightgown.

“You really won't resist?" She asked confusedly.

He held back his laughter, in fact his body was so tense that it felt like itwas about to explode. Such an enticement was simply torturing himself.With all his patience, he coaxed and enticed her, removing his clothes,and his pants.

“I promise, no resistance. Tonight, you can take revenge with recklessabandon, the opportunity is too good to lose ." His voice was almosthoarse, like he couldn't take it anymore.

“Right ." She nodded vigorously, and after thinking and thinking, shestill thought he had a point, "Well, let's do that!"

She was also not wearing clothes, and under the towel, the sight wasbloodcurdling.

After saying that, she ripped off the bath towel, suddenly reversed, andpinned him down on the bed ...

No one remembered to turn off the lights.

Extreme images, shy sounds, clearly staged.

Endless.

The next day, when the sun shone into the bedroom, it reflected thewreckage clearly.

Luther woke up before Joyce did, and he couldn't get out of bed,wrapped his arms around her, and couldn't let go.

Last night exhausted her, he was a little chagrined that he was toounrestrained. In any case, she had only been sick for a short time, andshe had been drinking last night, so he shouldn't have tormented her somuch.

He tenderly stroked her beautiful sleeping face, every line, missed it forso long, and after four years, he finally had her again. He has tried hisbest to control himself, otherwise I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to getout of bed for a few days.

A smile appeared on his lips, did not expect that she was so good atdeception. After getting drunk, the IQ dropped to zero. The more hethought about it, the more he felt funny, and got it just like that, althoughit was a little less than honorable to take advantage of her weakness.But he didn't want to wait any longer. He was afraid that she wouldswing between Justin, plus Chris, who was watching.

He didn't want to wait a moment longer.

At this point, Joyce woke up in a surreal way.

She nestled in his arms, feeling warm, hugging tighter, where her palmscover, smooth, three-dimensional lines, hot body heat, feel good to thetouch.

Suddenly, she woke up with a jolt.

It's not right. What is she holding?

She was so frightened that she opened her eyes and found herself inLuther's embrace. The bottom line is, he, he wasn't wearing anyclothes!

And she herself, she could feel that she didn't either.

So, geez!

She was no longer a teenager, and the sensations in her body, clearlytold her what had happened last night.

Not only did it happen, but it was intense.

I have a headache and my memory is always fractured after drinking.Last night ...

"Awake?" Luther looked at her with a doting face.

She hurriedly pushed Luther away and wrapped herself in the covers,“Last night, we, we ..."