Inside the bathroom.
Emma has now completely opened her heart.
The tingling sensation from below
Has caused all her thoughts to grind to a halt.
She's like a cute octopus, tightly clinging to John's naked, strong body.
John's waist is still persistently moving forward.
With every thrust of his dragon, a muffled collision of bodies can be heard,
Accompanied by Emma's moans, intertwining into the most pleasing symphony.
"Johnny... you're so good... aren't you tired?"
Between breaths, Emma voiced out her sole concern.
This man has been holding her the entire time, his muscles tensed.
There's no slowing down in his movements.
Hearing her, John chuckled: "Tired? Not a chance."
Not only did he not stop his movements, but he also accelerated the rhythm of his attacks.
Emma is completely lost in the forceful impacts over and over again.
