The night pulsed with a dark energy, a reflection of the storm raging both within and above Dong Aigou. Back in the hidden clearing, Wang Jian reveled in a different kind of storm – a storm of passion fueled by the exquisite bodies of Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin.
Yin Lian, clad only in a wisp of black silk, moved with practiced grace. Her laughter, usually a tinkling melody, now held a husky edge. She was a seasoned player in this game, her body a map of pleasure points she expertly navigated for Wang Jian's delight.
Her touch was a practiced caress, sending shivers down his spine. He explored her curvaceous form, his hands lingering on the swell of her hips and the soft globes of her breasts, their tips hardened with anticipation.