In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 535

I don't know.

Sometimes, my body is more honest than my words.

I know that I should have refused to sleep with Frances, but my body misses him very much.

Forget it.

Just this time.

I close my eyes and stop struggling.

Frances suddenly moves his waist forward and thrusts into my body.

I groan.

It has been too long since I slept with him last time, so I don't get used to his big size. My whole body tautens for his thrust.

I clutch the sheets and curl up involuntarily.

Frances stops, frowns and says to me, "Splay your legs. Relax."

The more he says, the more nervous I become. My whole body tautens more tightly.

Frances is unable to move at all.

I look up at him and blush like a ripe tomato.

Logically speaking, I am very familiar with his body.

However, I'm still extremely nervous.

He and I stare at each other.

In the end, he can't stand it and moves, although he feels uncomfortable.

"It hurts. Frances, it hurts!"

I frown and push the strong Frances with all my might.

However, he doesn't have the slightest intention of stopping. Instead, he is getting faster.

"Be good. It'll get better."

He presses my hands, so I can't resist at all. I can only endure his fierce thrusts.

Finally, the discomfort gradually fades away and I feel an unspeakable sense of pleasure.

Beneath him, I sway with him.

I hand over myself to him and have an orgasm.

I sigh, get out of the bed with difficulty, get dressed and leave the hotel.

Penelope is still in the hospital, but I spend the night with Frances.

I buy diapers and daily necessities and rush back to the hospital.

When my mother sees me, she walks to me and says in a low voice, "Where were you last night? I called you many times, but you didn't answer my phone. If you don’t come back, I’m calling the police."

"Nothing. I went home and fell asleep."

Luckily, my mother lets it go and goes home.

Penelope's fever has been reduced a little, but she still needs to stay in the hospital for observation for a while.

I stay by Penelope's side and frown as I look at her.

The more I think about it, the guiltier I feel.

Compared to other children, Penelope has always lacked the care of her father.

All of this is because of me.

As for Frances and I, we have broken up. There is no way to make up for it.

As I'm lost in thought, a familiar voice suddenly sounds from the door.