Inside a beautifully adorned carriage, a young man with flowing white hair sat in quiet meditation, his form poised on a velvet cushion. His posture, elegant yet composed.
His eyes were closed, as if lost in communion with the mysteries of the world, while the soft, rich scent of incense swirled in the air, wrapping the space in a veil of mysticism.
Beside him, a mature woman lay naked upon the plush seating, her supple body stretched languidly, her head resting near his lap.
She slept in tranquil silence, her breath a rhythmic whisper in the otherwise quiet enclosure.
Her beautiful face calm and peaceful despite the recent rough sex. Her breath was a soft, gentle purr that filled the carriage, a stark contrast to the heavy panting that had echoed just moments before.
Her round butt cheeks were flushed from the rough spanking, reddened with the imprint of his fingers, likely still smelling faintly of semen despite the distance between them.
