Zhao Yiming tried to steady his breathing, his chest rising and falling as he looked down at the mess he'd made of Su Meilin.
But she wasn't satisfied—not even close. She struggled against the bindings, her body writhing beneath the water, desperation written all over her flushed face.
"Just let me go! I want to touch your cock—I want to ride you!" she cried, yanking at the tie with trembling hands.
She was so horny and desperate, looking at that make him grin wide.
"Not this time, Meilin."
He leaned over her, hands gripping the edge of the bathtub, his face inches from hers.
His voice dropped lower, full of heat. "This time, I'm the one who's going to ruin you."
Without breaking eye contact, he lifted one of her legs and rested it on his shoulder. Then, pulling a condom from the system inventory, he slid it on with practiced ease.
The moment it was in place, he began grinding against her slick entrance—her pussy already soaked from the bath and her own desire.
