Pressing on top of her, he proceeded to do it with her in this posture.
Although she protested and resisted, they were not as fierce as before. Her feeble struggle was not worth mentioning to him.
Toward the climax, she only buried the secret pleasure on her small face at the base of his nape.
She looked like an adorably coy kitten the way she protested in weak dinging.
Her snug breaths fanning his ear were a sadistic arousal. She did not know that her manners in the bed had almost transformed him into a beast, gluttonous only for her.
He was undoubtedly full of vitality in this aspect. Her stamina was poor compared to his, and drowsiness assailed her toward the end.
There were a few times he wanted her to get on top of him, but her body was just too lame and soft to stay put. As such, he could only make do with topping her a few times. This satisfied him somewhat, and he finally stopped his advances late into the night.
