The soundproofed walls of the cabin muffled her cries, but inside the carriage, the air grew heavy, thick with the scent of raw, unrestrained lust.
Shen Yu didn't slow down after her first peak. Instead, his fingers drove back inside her with a harder, deeper rhythm, hammering ruthlessly against her swollen walls. Meng Yan's back arched sharply against his chest, her hips jerking forward involuntarily as his relentless pace kept her locked in a state of continuous, trembling friction.
With his other hand, he took hold of her fine, emerald-green silk robes. With a single, aggressive pull, the delicate fabric tore apart with a sharp rip, exposing her heavy, full breasts to the dim amber light of the cabin.
