Shang Meili's delicate and enchanting body slumped over the desk.
Her upper body was completely disheveled, with her hips wrapped in a skirt that had been twisted into a cord, like a rein, as her long legs dangled and parted, the black stockings that encased them torn and ruined.
"Ah! Ah!"
She was still breathing heavily, her eyes slightly rolled back, lost in a mist of delirium, utterly delighted, joyful.
And down there, among the pink tenderness, the overflowing dew mingled with my fluids, trickling down Peach Garden, and then dripping off the edge of the table, accumulating into a small pool.
I watched, utterly gratified!
Finally, I had completely, bodily subdued this cunning, spiteful woman! And inside her, I had left my own mark!
Subduing a woman like her really gave me a sense of achievement!
"Chen Yang, you bastard!"
