Two hours later, Lin Shuang unleashed his ultimate move.
Song Jianjia's delicate body trembled uncontrollably, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Lin Shuang and Yan Dong were both under the influence of drugs, so they were in a frenzy to burn it off, to detoxify.
But Song Jianjia wasn't poisoned.
This humiliation, worse than death itself, was unbearable for her.
Yan Dong's high-frequency thrusting finally caused a flood, breaking the dam.
"No… stop…" Song Jianjia shook her head in terror, but the warm fluid sprayed all over her face, even filling her mouth with quite a bit…
Lin Shuang once again pinned Yan Dong against the dining table, pressing both women down, venting his heat wildly…
That night, in the safe house… the women's pleas for mercy, their moans… mingled in a cacophony…
Until six in the morning.
Lin Shuang vented his madness throughout the night, finally extinguishing the flames, thoroughly releasing his wicked fire.
