The scene of shameful passion had fully piqued Chen An's interest, and at the same time, on that large, slick area, there was an even more high-spirited reaction. Sister Juan, not understanding why, was panting heavily on the side, her eyes reluctantly drifting back to Chen An's robust part.
"Quick, sit on top."
Chen An's voice had become very deep, and in those brief seconds they were apart, it was as if he had suffered great torment. Beneath Sister Juan's provocation, the desire within Chen An had been rapidly ignited; at this moment, he was like a lit fuse to some vindictive bomb, continuously restraining himself.
Before Sister Juan could react, Chen An had already roughly lifted her body and, after rubbing a few times, plunged himself deep inside her. Instantly, a sensation of tightness enveloped his burning part, soothing his nearly uncontrollable restlessness.
