Christine was fucked until she peed herself again.
The car was instantly filled with a strong, pungent smell, along with a faint scent of blood from her mouth. A streak of bright red blood hung on her lips, stark and eye-catching.
But it wasn't her blood—it was Adrian's.
A few minutes earlier, Christine had been brought to yet another orgasm by Adrian. He held her down on the car seat with one hand, while the other hand gripped her neck tightly, making her eyes roll back and her gaze unfocused, her expression blank. Her limbs were weak, moving back and forth in sync with his movements, until finally, for a second, Adrian let go of her neck.
In her blurred vision, Christine saw Adrian's neck right in front of her face. Without hesitation, she bit down hard on the side of his neck.
She knew the consequences, knew how terrifying it would be to anger Adrian.
