Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 211

Chapter 0211

I looked up to see Tavon's pale face. There was fear in his eyes as his hands dropped from my face and to his side in resignation.

With how glaring the fear in his eyes was, you'd think he had seen the grim reaper; the whip in her hands was the scythe and she had come for his soul.

With his genitals still hanging out of his unbuckled pants, he turned to the woman who was still on the doorway. With her firm stance, I could tell that there was a thundering expression on her face. "Jessica, I..." he stuttered as he tried to explain. He was still struggling to form his words when the woman he called Jessica interrupted him harshly.

"Shut up!" With long quick strides, Jessica closed the space between them and before I knew what was happening, she raised the hand that held the whip and it came descending on Tavon's shoulder. I gasped

Al and

What the hell!

back, falling

struck Tavon with the whip, the sound of it

deserved a 'What the hell' outburst because what

mind - his wrinkled member growing more engorged with each cruel lash, a twisted look of pleasure spreading across his

started to tremble, letting out breathy moans as he climaxed, some of his release dripping on the floor. A strangled sound of revulsion escaped my lips as I witnessed his shameful display. This whole scenario was like a

what

pain to relief. His eyelids would droop close as he moaned unabashed, his expression one of rapturous ecstasy. It was deeply disturbing to see such depravity, such a complete lack of shame or self-control. This man

her facial expression hidden behind the mask she had on. I stared at her, wondering what sort of person she must be to willingly take part in these

act turn her on too? I wondered when I noticed her watching

loud content sigh then with a smile on his face, he

whipping him again, even more fiercely than before. It seemed she took his pleasure as a cue to escalate the brutality, raining down lash

and Tavon didn't seem to be vexed at Jessica's mock and insults. Instead, he seemed to like it, to revel in it. His depravity knew no bounds - he wallowed in his own decrepitude and

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