With a single, devastating surge, Shen Yu claimed her.
Mhmmm-ghhh!
The sharp, choked moan was swallowed whole as he crushed his lips against hers, kissing her through the initial sting of the invasion.
A few stray droplets of crimson, the sacred proof of her untouched purity, trickled down her inner thighs, staining the dark mahogany desk like spilled wine. The manager had surrendered her final bastion; she had given her Lord everything.
Instantly, Shen Yu initiated the Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture.
Hummm…
A low-frequency vibration rattled the floorboards as a golden-black radiance flickered at the point of their union. He felt her cooling, unrefined Yin essence rush into his scorched meridians, tempering the boiling madness of his blood.
