After the passion subsided,
their bodies lay overlapped on the sofa.
Beside them, the sofa was drenched in a large wet patch, glistening with a crystalline sheen under the sunlight—those juices of lust twinkling brightly.
The two were entwined, still connected to each other.
Beneath them,
a murky flow and drips of milky fluid streamed out from that honeyed cave.
Tang Feng's large hand wandered over that slender, smooth back.
Sister Bing lay lazily atop Tang Feng, her jade hand stroking his sturdy pecs, her beautiful eyes brimming with spring fever.
In that recent fervor, Sister Bing had achieved an unprecedented satisfaction, and even now, she was still immersed in that bone-melting, soul-devouring delight, unable to extricate herself.
It felt so damn good.
A brief rest.
Sister Bing lifted her head, her eyes sultry as silk as she looked at Tang Feng, couldn't help but lean in and kissed his lips.
