Han Queying had no idea how long she'd been pinned like this, but her legs were jelly now.
Every deep stroke sent a new wave of shock up her spine, her cuffed hands helpless against the headboard as Zhao Yiming continued to rail her with that maddeningly slow, heavy rhythm.
"Haahhh! Haaahhh!!! ughhnghhh!" Her voice broke as another moan spilled out, high and cracked.
"Faster... I said f-faster!!"
Zhao Yiming didn't speed up. Of course, he didn't, he wanted to tease her more since she was all high and mighty before this. But now, she was a whimpering mess.
He just narrowed his eyes a little, breathing evenly as if he was meditating not fucking her brains out.
"You're clamping down too hard. What, you planning to milk me dry already?"
"Y-you're the one doing this!" she snapped mid-moan, hips twitching uncontrollably. "Damn it! Nnnghhh~!"
His cock dragged out all the way, slick and throbbing, before slamming back in without mercy. Her body jerked. She nearly screamed.
