"Emperor Quan..."
Zhan Se gasped for air, her small hands ashamedly cradling his head. As she breathed softly through her flaring nostrils, her beautiful eyes squinted in a daze, unable to see him clearly. All she knew was that her sweetness kept spilling from his mouth, and his body, as strong as steel, clung to her, loving her fervently with the unique male tension of a soldier.
He savored her repeatedly, and she couldn't help herself.
Drip, drip...
It wasn't time dripping away, but droplets of steam condensing from the ceiling falling into the bathtub.
After an indeterminate period, the storm between them finally subsided.
Phew! It was over, Zhan Se exhaled deeply.
This time their encounter ended on the large, round platform next to the bathtub.
