The flickering candlelight caught the sheen of sweat on Xie Zheng’s shoulders as he pinned Fan Changyu against the washroom wall, his wet trousers clinging to his thighs. Her clothes were torn open, her tits spilling free—full, round mounds with nipples hardened from the cool air. He buried his face between them, licking a trail down to the fresh bite mark he’d left on her tits earlier. Her cunt was already dripping, soaking the thin fabric of her pants.

“You think I care about scars?” he growled against her pussy through the cloth, feeling her clit throb. “Every mark on you makes me want to fuck you harder.”

He yanked her pants down, revealing her bare slit glistening in the candlelight. Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside her, feeling her hot, tight walls clamp down. She gasped, bucking against his hand as he finger-fucked her, his thumb rubbing her clit in circles. Her juices coated his palm, and she came with a sharp cry, her body trembling.

He lifted her onto the wooden table, spreading her legs wide. Her puffy pussy lips were flushed, clit swollen and exposed. He dropped to his knees, burying his face between her thighs. His tongue lashed her clit, then dipped inside, tasting her salt-and-honey essence. Her moans grew desperate as he sucked hard, making her come again, her nectar smearing his lips.

Standing, he freed his thick, veined cock—the tip purpling, shaft slick with pre-cum. He slammed into her in one stroke, filling her to the hilt. Her