A moment after…
"O-Oh fuuuuck—G-God! S-Slow down!"
The bartender's glasses were gone.
Her once-neatly tied bun? Now a chaotic masterpiece, golden strands sticking to her damp skin as her legs hung wide open like a "Welcome" sign at a discount brothel.
Just a minute ago—
She had smugly sipped her drink, casually watching the degeneracy, and muttered:
"God, I fucking love this job."
And now?
Now she was screaming His name like a church girl on Sunday.
Oh, how the mighty had fallen.
Meanwhile—
Wang Xiao's hips showed no mercy.
His thrusts were a public service announcement, drilling deep with the force of a man on a government-funded infrastructure mission.
The bartender's hands gripped the seat, her toes curling, her moans getting higher than the plane's altitude.
Next to her?
Wang Mei was a mess.
Her once-elegant lavender cheongsam was nothing more than a pathetic pile of fabric on the floor, discarded like her sense of dignity.
