Wang Jian Gaslights Lucia
Wang Jian remained wrapped around Lucía's voluptuous body the entire night, his strong arms holding her close as they both drifted into a deep slumber. The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the hotel room. Lucía stirred slowly, her body aching in ways she had never experienced before. The pounding in her head from the hangover hit her first, a sharp, throbbing pain behind her temples that made her groan in discomfort.
As she tried to move, she felt a sudden, sharp pain between her legs, causing her to gasp. The memories of the previous night rushed back to her in a flood—Wang Jian's relentless touch, the way he had taken her so completely, not once but over and over. She winced as the soreness in her body became more pronounced, a physical reminder of how rough the night had been.