The weak morning light crept through the open balcony of the private pavilion, cutting through the heavy, musk-laden air of the chamber.
Shen Yu slowly opened his eyes, feeling the soft weight of Madame Shuying resting peacefully against his chest.
She was fast asleep, her face wearing a surprisingly serene, innocent smile, a jarring contrast to the absolute wreckage of her physical body.
Her slender frame was completely coated in drying fluid and sweat.
Her throat was heavily bruised from his iron grip, and her exceptionally wide hips and ass were painted a dark, angry crimson from the relentless barrage of spanks.
Vicious bite marks marred the pale skin of her breasts and neck, marking her entirely as his territory.
As Shen Yu prepared to slide out from beneath her, the slight shift in weight caused Shuying to subconsciously flinch.
Even in her deep sleep, her arms tightened around his torso with desperate strength.
