Chen An incessantly launched more assaults on Li Lingling, and Li Lingling, under his thrusting, started to regain the marvelous state she had experienced just earlier.
The two clung together, their warm breaths mingling on each other's faces. Li Lingling, now coated in a sheen of sweat, clung even more stickily to Chen An's skin.
Wave after wave, Li Lingling continued to bask in sensations she had never felt with her husband, leaving her to wonder, at times, if she had been living in chaste widowhood these past years.
Stirred by Chen An's ministrations, Li Lingling's once dormant body began to move of its own accord. Chen An didn't even need to hold Li Lingling's slender waist to fully enjoy the exquisite movement of her body atop him.
As her desire was inflamed, Li Lingling's body followed its innate cravings, performing movements meant to satiate herself. Now, she writhed passionately atop Chen An.
