"Dirk, stop... I... I can't take it anymore..."
At this moment.
Rosalind Sullivan's body had already contorted.
Dirk Carter knew the effect had been achieved.
He took off his pants.
Pulled out the baton.
Started rubbing around the moist area.
He asked, "Do you want it?"
"I want... I want, give it to me, hurry, give it to me..."
Rosalind Sullivan had long lost her initial reserve.
Pleading intensely with Dirk Carter.
Dirk smiled slightly and said, "If you want it, just tell me who sent you all here."
"I... I can't say..."
"If you don't say it, I won't give it to you..."
"I... I can't say, I really can't, I promised him I wouldn't."
While writhing, Rosalind Sullivan tried to move her body closer to Dirk Carter.
Dirk Carter knew exactly what she was trying to do.
While avoiding her.
He said, "Same words, if you don't tell me, I won't give it to you."
Originally thought under such teasing.
Rosalind Sullivan would definitely not hold on.
Unexpectedly.
