Their intertwined bodies tumbled on the grass.
The orioles' songs rose and fell in waves.
She was like a nimble sprite, delighting under Tang Feng with grace.
The nightingale sang.
Enchanting to the soul.
After prolonged intimacy, at a certain moment, the woman's body convulsed violently, her tender G-spot contracting, tightly enveloping Tang Feng.
The fountain of pleasure burst forth, a mist of water spraying out.
Drenching Tang Feng.
The nightingale's song abruptly stopped as the woman lazily lay in the grass, her well-proportioned legs still suspended in the air, silently bearing the weight of the little man on top.
Her eyes were hazy, her temples already drenched with sweat.
Her face flushed with arousal, more bewitching than ever.
Tang Feng couldn't help but plant a gentle kiss on her red lips.
He sought no more.
For him, he was already fully content.
A faint breath of air flowed from where they joined into his body, gathering in the Dantian.
