It would kill him if he still held back when his private parts were so hard.
Marcellus felt very uncomfortable, really uncomfortable.
He took a deep breath but did not let go. Instead, he tried his best to tell her in a gentle voice, "Baby, it doesn't matter. You have to experience it in your life. I'll be gentle."
As he spoke, he secretly gathered his strength. Just as he was about to make a move, he was stopped by Beryl.
"If you force me, I will hate you."
Force?
Who was the person who cooperated with him just now?
Hate?
How could he be hated after being fooled like this?
Marcellus was stunned. It was the first time in more than 30 years that he had encountered such a situation. Even he didn't know if he should force her or give up now.
His body was about to explode. If he stopped now, he would be affected for the rest of his life. But looking at her panicked eyes, he really couldn't bear to do anything to her.
With her poor endurance, she would cry later.
The air and time seemed to have frozen, and neither of them spoke. Marcellus's expression was unprecedentedly ugly, and he looked at her as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her.
Beryl didn't dare to say anything. Her lust had faded a little. She was a little sober, but she was better to be unconscious. Her body was almost naked. It was simply... too embarrassing.
"Beryl, are you playing tricks on me on purpose?" He gritted her teeth.
She was full of innocence. "No..."
She didn't dare to play tricks on him in this way. She was just possessed and forgot to refuse for a moment.
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