Moonlight, faint and silvery, fell through the transparent window onto the floor, resembling a flowing river of liquid silver.
The panting inside the room finally began to subside, and the man dismounted from the petite woman, reached out to hold her body, and couldn't help but ask by her ear, "Just now… did it feel good?"
Samuel Johnson had initially been quite confident in his bedroom skills, but Amanda Smith made no sound when they made love, only letting out a faint moan when pushed to the brink, which left him feeling very uncertain.
Could it be that after six years of abstinence, he had lost all his technique?
Amanda Smith finally recovered from that soul-melting sensation and heard Samuel Johnson ask this question by her ear. She was stunned, lifted her moist eyes to glance at him, and said nothing.
Seeing she didn't speak, Samuel felt even more unsettled. He urged again, "Amanda, say something, will you?"
