Li Dan's juices seemed like an eternal fountain, never running dry. Spraying constantly from her voluptuous roundness under Zhao Chi's vigor. Those spurts of liquid splashed all over both of them, and Li Dan's bountiful breasts, in that moment, appeared especially lustrous, swaying alluringly with Zhao Chi's movements.
Li Dan's face twisted in agony, her soft, weak hands waving aimlessly. Yet, in Zhao Chi's sudden acceleration, she let out one enticing moan after another.
The weeping of her son gradually woke Li Dan's maternal sense of shame. She recalled just how sinful her current actions were, filling her heart with guilt and regret. Yet, the physical satisfaction and pleasure were too compelling to resist.
In this painful struggle and conflict, Li Dan gradually succumbed, beginning to relish this peculiar pleasure tinged with a sense of sin to the extreme.
