Inside the bedroom, the curtains were tightly drawn and only one bedside lamp was left on.
The dim light made the whole room somewhat hazy.
The man's heavy breathing was filled with a high fighting spirit, while the woman's melodious moaning was like she was savoring the happiest lust.
Their two naked bodies were tightly intertwined, rolling freely on the soft bed.
Emma struggled to lift her head, her beautiful eyes half-open, half-closed.
Her bright red lips were slightly parted, her moans high-pitched and passionate.
Her whole body was flushed and her face was painted with an extremely tempting shade of rose.
A pair of slender arms were tightly wrapped around John's neck, as if she wanted to press his whole head into her large, perky breasts.
Tiny beads of sweat dampened her hair, the wet strands sticking to her forehead, which only made her look more tempting.
John's hands supported Emma's raised hips.
