"Husband... I can't take it anymore... ugh..."
In the early morning, sobbing echoed throughout the room. Kneeling on the bed, Ke Yunan tried hard to arch her backside, her hands clutching the bedsheets. Tears, like pearls cut loose from their string, endlessly glided down her cheeks onto her chest, then dropped from the tender strawberries there.
Gripping her slender waist tightly, Lin Fan launched relentless assaults on her plump buttocks, occasionally slapping the snow-white fullness. The sound of flesh against flesh made the atmosphere of "Mist" even more potent.
Finally, as the pounding rhythm suddenly quickened, her crying grew louder, and a hot surge filled Ke Yunan's body, causing her to twitch uncontrollably and collapse weakly onto the bed.
The drained Lin Fan also lay upon Ke Yunan's ivory-smooth back, feeling the pressure of her raised hips and inhaling her faint body scent, savoring the warmth after their passion.
