Late at night, in the South Suburb of Yang City, faint moans drifted out from a room within a sprawling manor, pervading the silent darkness.
A beautiful woman with a superb disposition and a voluptuous figure lay on a messy bed, her long, lovely legs raised high in an M-shape, her posture resembling that of an overturned frog.
The sexy, exquisite lace bra on her chest had been pushed up, leaving her large, pale breasts completely exposed and heaving with every breath. Her eyes were glazed over as she panted raggedly. Aside from the displaced bra, the only other thing on her body was a pair of gray silk stockings, which had been half-pulled down. The removed portion of the stocking hung limply in the air, swaying gently with the movement of her body like a willow branch in the wind.
