It was about five minutes after Lilith had the most wonderful orgasm of her life, the orgasm that gave her more pleasure than she ever felt. Yet, ironically, that same orgasm was the one that made her suffer the most and tortured her to the point that she could not even think with clarity about her own existence.
The dark room, dimly lit by natural moonlight and starlight, was silent except for the heavy panting of a man and the now more relaxed breathing of a woman.
Lying on her back on the queen-sized bed, Lilith covered her face with her right forearm at eye level while keeping her mouth closed. Next to her, Bai Zemin was panting like a dog while looking up at the ceiling with gritted teeth; his hard-on was harder than ever at this point, so much so that the head of his manly root was beginning to turn a monstrously terrifying purple!
"Say, Lilith..."
"..."
"You don't think you should.... you know."
"..."
