The nightclub was electric, bodies pressed together, the air thick with desire. Chun-Li’s piercing gaze met mine, her thighs flexing as she shifted her weight—god, I wanted to feel those legs wrapped around my head. The way she licked her lips, challenging me without a word... I could already imagine her pussy dripping, the taste of her on my tongue. But she’s not one to surrender easily. The harder she resists, the more I crave her—every moan, every bruise, every drop of sweat. Interpol’s finest won’t know what hit her.