Haoran's patience had reached its limit.
The sight of Xinye—spread wide by the golden bars, her mouth filled by the gag, and her tight rear stretched by the weighted plug—was a masterpiece of submission.
He could feel her trembling, her entire body vibrating with a desperate, primal need that transcended her cultivation.
At this moment, right here, she was no longer a proud cultivator or a dignified woman; she was a shivering, leaking mess of desire.
He stepped back for a moment, the sudden absence of his heat making her whimper into the gag.
He reached down and gripped the golden chain connected to her ass plug, giving it a sharp, cruel yank.
Xinye's hips jerked forward, her back arching in a violent curve, her breasts thrusting out toward him.
The movement forced the plug deeper into her virgin rectum, and the sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to her clitoris.
