Adrian looked at the teeth marks on his suit, his brow slightly furrowed as if he couldn't stand the dirtiness. He tossed the hung-up phone onto the seat and roughly pulled Christine off him, turning her around and pushing her forward.
Christine stumbled, her upper body collapsing onto the luxurious central armrest of the Maybach.
Her hands were tied behind her back with Adrian's belt, making it impossible for her to support herself. Even through her sweater, he could see her shoulder blades trembling like butterfly wings, her supple yet fragile body barely supported. Her long, black hair was disheveled, cascading down her back.
Christine's upper body was still decently covered by the sweater, but her lower body was completely naked. Her shoes had been knocked off during the intense thrusts, and her white panties and black pantyhose were torn and hanging around her ankles, barely covering her bare feet.
