Zhao Yiming lost himself.
Lost in the heat, the filth, the sound of Su Meilin's moans echoing like sinful music through the steamy bathroom.
"Ohhh~ Ohhh!! Yimingghhh~ so deep!!!"
Her ass clapped back against his hips like it had a damn mind of its own—eager, bouncing, insatiable.
"F-Fuck," he hissed. "You're loving this way too much."
Su Meilin was a disaster. Hair soaked and wild, tongue hanging out, wrists still tied above her on the sink faucet, her reflection in the mirror look sinful as her ass bounced on his cock like a possessed stripper trying to win a trophy.
"I LOVE IT!! I FUCKING LOVE IT!!" she wailed, voice hoarse and delirious. "YOUR COCKHH!!! I LOVE ITTT!"
Her tits were mashed against the bathroom sink, nipples stiff against the marble. Each time he rammed into her, her legs kicked, her body twitching from overstimulation.
There was nothing left of the cool, composed landlady. Just a cum-hungry sex demon possessed by lust.
