Excitement and bliss alternated and transformed within Wang Ping's body, letting her repeatedly experience that marvelous rhythmic tide, and just as she was about to come down, she was pushed to the heights once more.
This soul-stirring sensation, from the beginning to now, lasted only ten minutes, yet this wonderful feeling was surely one Wang Ping would always remember.
If it weren't for the fact that Wang Ping was constantly restraining the marvelous sensations in her body, that overwhelming feeling that could make her go limp would undoubtedly come even faster.
It was an extreme physiological experience, as though having been satisfied at a great height and then instantaneously falling from that height in a gut-wrenching plummet.
Wang Ping was somewhat calmer than before, but the movements in front of and behind her continued. She saw Chen An in front of her, his voice muffled, thrusting powerfully between her seductive legs.
