Zhao Chi gasped for breath, seeming completely drained of energy, collapsing onto the sofa with his body all soft and limp.
Li Dan's cheeks were flushed, her sparkling, doe-like eyes cross-eyed in a flirtatious manner, as her delicate, slick tongue slipped between her lips while she gasped for air. She licked her own alluring, wet lips while letting out spasmodic moans.
Li Dan's son had already finished his milk and happily crawled towards Zhao Chi, waving his tender little hands as if he wanted Zhao Chi to hold him.
Zhao Chi casually wrapped his arm around her son, and with his other hand, he held Li Dan, still insatiable as he kneaded her voluptuous breasts and planted a firm kiss on her cheek, grinning as he asked, "Sister Dan, who do you think is better, me or your husband?"
