The moment Xia Lihua's trembling body sagged against the dressing table, her thighs slick with Yang Lingyun's release, he didn't let her catch her breath.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips and spun her around, flipping her onto her stomach before she could even whimper a protest. The wood groaned beneath her as he yanked her ass up, forcing her onto her knees, her chest pressed against the scattered silks of her discarded costume. His c*ck, still half-hard and glistening with her arousal, twitched against her thigh as he spat into his palm and stroked himself back to full, throbbing rigidity.
"Still thinkin' about him?" Yang Lingyun growled, his voice rough as gravel, his free hand tangling in her hair and wrenching her head back. The sting of her scalp only made her pussy clench, traitorous and hungry.
"He was never on my mind, trust me." She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper.
