Looking down was enough to burn the sight permanently into her mind — his lips latched obscenely on her breast, his hand slapping and kneading her ass, while her own hand pumped his massive cock harder and faster, precum dripping down onto the sheets.
Yu Xiang's violet eyes narrowed as she watched Tianlong's face contort with pleasure beneath her touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps against her breast.
A slow gasping with blurred eyes looking at him as the realization crashed over her like a tidal wave.
'I can... control him,' she thought, her grip tightening around his throbbing cock as she watched his composure completely shatter. 'This powerful man... he's trembling because of me.'
It was vulgar, disgustingly so.
The wet sounds of her hand sliding up and down his shaft, the obscene way his precum coated her fingers, the way he groaned against her nipple like an animal in heat - everything about this moment should have filled her with revulsion.
