A woman in her early forties, donning a large conductor's cap and sleeve insignia, walked in.
"Xiao Jing, car number ten, huh?"
The attractive woman saw Yuan Lijing lying on the bunk bed in nothing but a pair of short black silk stockings, her immaculate body spread out, legs parted by a man about to plunge in.
Her gaze shifted downward, catching sight of Song Tian's enormous shaft as its head disappeared into Yuan Lijing's slit, stretching it to the brink of splitting, making her involuntarily gasp in shock.
Song Tian quickly pulled out and reached for his trousers, only to have his movement halted by the woman's foot pressing down on them.
A jolt shot through Song Tian's heart, and he hastily spoke up with an ingratiating smile, "Sister, I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself for a moment, it's all my fault, every bit of it!"
"Humph, fault, you almost screwed my attendant, and you think a simple apology will suffice?"
Song Tian's heart raced with panic.