However, some things are branded directly onto the heart. So even after Qiao Ya scrubbed her breasts, which had been kissed and touched by Ye Fei, from snow-white to bright red, and nearly scratched open her already somewhat swollen and red butterfly-shaped pussy with her fingers, she still couldn't rid herself of the discomfort in her heart.
In the end, Qiao Ya sat on the floor, tears silently streaming down her stunning face, her heart now a dead ash.
Ordinarily, if it had just been a single encounter with Ye Fei, Qiao Ya wouldn't have been this devastated.
What truly made her unable to forgive herself was that, for a while, she hadn't rejected the idea of having sex with her prospective son-in-law.
In fact, at the peak of her pleasure, when she was being fucked by him, she even had the thought of wanting to be his woman and letting him fuck her like this every day.
