Staring at his own massive manhood slowly wilting, Chen An's agitation calmed down gradually. He looked at the sticky mix of fluids between the two bodies beneath him, feeling a thrilling rush as if he were admiring his own war trophy.
Sister Juan, who had just been satisfied, lay weakly on the bed with her hair in disarray and soft moans slipping from her lips. Her snow-white, sensuous legs were slightly parted, and between them, in the thick foliage, was a large puddle of their combined love juices, still thick from their excitement.
Satisfied, Sister Juan turned her body to the side and looked towards Wu Xue beside her.
Wu Xue was still being toyed with by Chen An's fingers, emitting sounds so blissful and lecherous. In this wave of desire that could utterly consume one's sense of self, Wu Xue's moans were indecipherable, but the lustful haze in her eyes clearly conveyed the stimulating pleasure she was experiencing.
