The woman climbed onto the bed, her cheeks flushed and skin creamy as she buried her head into the pillow. Her delicate smooth back was full of love bites, her soft curvy waist wrapped in a woolen blanket, looking as if she had been sexually assaulted.
Gu Mohan's powerful arm held her waist forcefully with his head buried in her creamy neck. Taking a number of deep breaths, he took in her fragrant body scent, which had started to fade inside of her, mixing with her lingering charm.
"Do we still have any condoms?" His voice was husky as he pressed his lips against the fair lobes of her ears.
Tang Mo'er raised her eyebrows lazily and glanced at the clock. It was ten o'clock, they had been home since six.
On the carpeted floor lay an empty box, all the condoms inside has been used up.
"There aren't any left…" Her soft voice was slightly hoarse, making it unusually enchanting.
He had finished using up the only box she had bought.
