The damp, coastal gale of the jagged reef island hit Lin Wanyue's flushed face the moment she was carried across the threshold of the immortal cave. The heavy, suffocating scent of sex, sweat, and spilled Yang essence that had saturated the enclosed stone chamber was instantly replaced by the sharp tang of salt and oxidized ozone.
She did not walk out on her own two feet. Her thighs were entirely liquid, trembling violently with every microscopic shift in gravity. The deep, agonizing, yet mind-melting soreness radiating from her utterly defeated pussy and heavily battered womb made supporting her own weight a physical impossibility. Wang Jian carried her exceptionally thick, voluptuous body in his muscular arms, holding her with the casual, effortless grip of a conqueror holding a prize.
