As He Qianhui's inner walls continued to contract, Zhang Hao's manhood was being persistently squeezed inside.
Eventually, both of them reached the climax almost at the same time, the pleasure of that moment was irreplaceable by anything else.
It wasn't until his member had gradually softened that Zhang Hao withdrew from her.
He Qianhui, leaning against the wall panting, said, "You're so bad, every time during those last few thrusts, you go especially deep."
"It's good that I can take it. If it were any other woman, she would've begged for mercy a long time ago."
Seeing the sweat on He Qianhui's face, a trace of pity flashed in Zhang Hao's heart.
He tidied the stray hairs on her cheeks for her and comforted her, "The more intense it is, the more it shows how much I love you, don't you like it?"
He Qianhui turned her head away without answering Zhang Hao for a long time.
Zhang Hao didn't rush her, thinking if she chose not to speak, so be it.
