"I can't take it anymore!" Le Wan cried like a little kitten.
Zhai Jing retreated from her body, but the exuberant momentum of his lower body did not reduce at all. It was obvious that it was far from the time to vent it out.
He helped her to the sink.
"Let's change to a less tiring position, okay?"
The soreness in her legs made her subconsciously hold onto the sink. Zhai Jing held her waist and put his hand on her back.
The waves of passion that had just faded from Le Wan's heart were quickly stirred up again by his rhythmic movements. She opened her eyes in a daze and looked into the mirror. The two of them were intertwined and moving.
She held her breath, clearly not used to this exciting scene.
Zhai Jing hissed. "Wanwan, relax."
She had suddenly tightened her whole body, so much so that he had almost vented his anger.
