Midnight came.
The room was a battleground. The silk sheets were torn, soaked, bunched in corners. The wooden floor was wet — covered in arousal, squirt, sweat, the divine qi that crackled in the air. The wall had a crack — from when he had slammed her against it, the impact driving the wood apart. The table was scratched — her nails, her teeth, her enormous tits dragging across the surface.
Madam Xu lay on the bed. On her back. Her thick body was trembling — every muscle exhausted, every nerve firing. Her enormous tits were raw — the dark nipples bitten, sucked, pinched, the areolae red and swollen. Her hairy pussy was ruined — the lips swollen to twice their normal size, the pink interior visible, the entrance gaping, the dense black pubic hair matted with cum and arousal and squirt. Her anal was the same — red, swollen, gaping, leaking.
