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!

falling

the whip, the sound of it

shock. Now this moment was the one that actually deserved a 'What the hell' outburst because what the

floppy genitals slowly but steadily hardened the harder Jessica whipped him. The sickening sight was burned into my mind - his wrinkled member growing more engorged with each cruel lash, a twisted look

A strangled sound of revulsion

gosh, what did I just

unabashed, his expression one of rapturous ecstasy.

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

too? I wondered when I noticed her

then with a smile on

It seemed she took his pleasure as a cue to escalate the brutality, raining down lash

seemed to like it, to revel in it. His depravity knew no bounds - he wallowed in his own decrepitude and abasement, embracing the vilest insults and cruelest mistreatment as if they

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