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Wave after wave of climax had erupted in Wang Ping's body, leaving her powerless and collapsed on the bed once she lost the support of Chen An, while a sticky, hot liquid kept oozing from her private area between her legs, the residue of their passionate encounter.
It took a good while for Wang Ping to come back to her senses as she lay on the bed, still feeling her body having been completely filled. When that swollen presence left her, she even felt a void within herself.
Languidly, Wang Ping turned her head and looked towards Chen An's spot, only to find the guy was smoking by the window after they'd finished, right at the scene of their passion.
At the sight of the windowsill, which brought her intense shame, Wang Ping's face flushed crimson. It was there that they had daringly drawn the curtains and in a daze done such a thing.
