Having reached the peak of ecstasy, Lin Xi collapsed powerlessly into Li Qiang's arms. She gasped for air, her sensitive spots now at their utmost limit, with the slightest touch eliciting uncontrollable, strange moans from her.
But Li Qiang didn't stop; he withdrew his massive tool and carried Lin Xi back to the bed in the bedroom, granting her a brief respite.
Immediately after, he propped up Lin Xi's body and plunged straight in.
"Ah! No, no! Please, go slower, ah!" Lin Xi's hands flailed in the air, attempting to push Li Qiang away, but her movements were weak and feeble, like tickling, pounding inconsequentially against Li Qiang's body.
Li Qiang leisurely enjoyed Lin Xi's struggles, those trivial gestures adding quite a bit of spice to their interaction.
Li Qiang continued his thrusts steadily, admiring Lin Xi's face which was red as a ripe apple, and her expressions of infatuation brought immense satisfaction to his heart.
