An Ning wrinkled her nose. "You're just finding excuses to take advantage of me."
Mo Ang kissed her. "Smooch, believe me this is definitely not an excuse. I have to make you hurt, but wherever the pain is, I'll feel it. Only the knees are where I can be at ease."
An Ning was about to faint, "Honey, I think you're becoming more and more scary! Pervy, deviant!"
Mo Ang directly made her kneel on the ground, without a trace of pity. "Encountering a woman like you, always seeing but cannot have, if I'm not a deviant, then what am I? Now I have to torment you by deviant standards. Just bear it."
"You're awful!"
"Cry out!"
An Ning said angrily. "My knees hurt so much, and you still want me to scream? I'll tell you, I'm not as excited as you are!"
The pain made it impossible for her to concentrate.
Mo Ang laughed. "Fool, of course I know you wouldn't be so excited now. I want you to scream, to shout from the pain, let others know I'm abusing you."
