I forcefully spread her legs apart. She kept screaming and kicking wildly, her face flushed red from resistance and crying, but I didn't slow down: she belonged to me and should have listened to me. I tried to hold her again, and this time I succeeded. My hand pressed tightly between her legs. Maybe because I was too forceful, she seemed to stop resisting, just kept sobbing, and I finished what I needed to do...... A trace of satisfaction flashed across my gloomy face.
…… Phew, kids are always noisy. Finally, I changed my daughter's diaper.
I forcefully spread her legs apart, she kept screaming, kicking her legs wildly, her face showing resistance and crying
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