Synopsis
The train passes through a tunnel, and a man lights a cigarette and walks into Dongguan's night. In the neon haze a row of numbered women sit on a red sofa; his gaze stops on a beautiful woman in a sailor uniform who bows her head, holding a number card. Taken to a room, she unbuttons her collar herself, her chest fully exposed under the light. She first kneels to take the man's cock in her mouth, then straddles him and sits down on it all the way, her waist sinking again and again. Turned over, he enters her from behind, her long hair spread across the sheet, every thrust drawing out soft gasps. The night isn't over, clothes are scattered everywhere, and she still holds him deep inside, unwilling to let go.