The pleasure had been far too much for Han Xiangrui.
Exhausted from climax after climax, her body finally gave out.
The last tremors of orgasm faded into limp stillness, and she slipped into unconsciousness beneath him, lips parted, breathing soft and uneven.
Lin Feng remained above her for a moment longer, looking down at the woman he had thoroughly claimed.
A quiet smile curved his mouth.
She had always been beautiful when clothed and elegant, composed, the picture of a dignified widow.
But naked, marked by his hands and mouth and the deep thrusts of his cock, she was even more so.
Soft strands of dark hair clung to her damp cheek. Her lips were swollen from his kisses.
A faint flush still colored her chest and the upper curves of her breasts.
