The heavy, measured rhythm of his thrusts shook the sturdy frame of the bed, the steady creaking of the wood blending with the ragged rhythm of their breaths. Positioned completely over her, Shen Yu's massive chest pressed down against her soft breasts, pinning her beneath the weight of his frame.
Huo Lin's hands clutched frantically at his broad shoulders, her fingernails scratching futilely against the dense, iron-like muscle of his back as he drove deep into her core over and over again.
Every impact sent a fresh jolt through her overstimulated body, her silver-tinted eyes unfocused, fixed entirely on the dangerous, unyielding gaze of the man pinning her down.
"M-Master..." she choked out, her head tossing from side to side against the silk pillows as the friction built rapidly between them.
"Ah... you're so deep... I can feel every bit of you..."
