PREVIEW
... psychological thrills is inevitable.
Inside the Hongqi L5.
The seats were reclined.
Fang Ai’s face was flushed red, her breathing heavy. One leg stretched out, from bottom to top, resting on the shoulder of the Caucasian chauffeur, her toes nearly touching the starry roof of the car.
"Faster..."
She was in a haze, her eyes unfocused, her temples damp with sweat like a drowning fish.
The usually respectful Caucasian chauffeur looked cruel, tighteni ...
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