Zhang Zihan's head hung low, her breathing ragged, her eyes glazed with lust.
He leaned down, capturing her lips with his in a heated kiss, his mouth devouring hers with an urgency that matched the rhythm of their bodies.
Their tongues tangled in an intimate exploration, a desperate melding of desires that pushed them both to the brink.
The soft sounds of their moans intertwined, filling the carriage with an electric tension that only heightened their lust.
His lips crashed against hers with fierce hunger, his tongue forcefully parting her lips as it tangled with hers.
The kiss was rough, possessive, leaving no doubt about who was in control.
His hands roamed over her body, fingers tracing the soft curves of her hips before sliding upward to cup her breasts.
He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, causing her to arch into him, craving more of his touch.
