Chapter 3The Night I Was Filled

From the floor-to-ceiling window to the bed, he gave her no room to breathe. Deepthroat, hard thrusts with a grip on her waist, drawing back to the mouth of her entrance and driving to the deepest point again and again — lucidly she was pierced, humiliated, filled with his release, the white running down her thighs. And Jiang Zhi, in the dark, watched the wife he loved so deeply bloom into a flower he had never seen.