10/10—breathtaking. A-tier model. Silk-milk skin, legs worth worshiping. But beyond beauty, she loved you fiercely, cared for you like you were her world. A personality that never dulled. You shouldn’t ask for more. Really shouldn’t.
Yet—
“Shuhua…” your plea escapes.
She straddles you, sheets a tangled mess, proof of the night’s endless hunger.
She knows you’re close—knew before, knows now.
Grinning, wicked and tender at once. “Hold on for me.” A shift in rhythm—harder, deeper—riding you like she owns you.
Because she does.
She relishes the way you fall apart beneath her.
She leans to your ear.
“You. Are. Mine.”
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