Li Qiang's breathing grew more and more urgent, the comfort emanating from below sent jolts to his brain. He gazed at Lin Xi with eyes aflame with desire, wishing he could devour this little woman to alleviate the heat raging within him.
Lin Xi's eyes, brimming with tears, stared back at Li Qiang, her breathy gasps spilling from her lips. Her body was burning up, like a shrimp boiled to perfection.
Beneath them, the flowing stream soaked the joined place of their passion.
...Half an hour later, Li Qiang rose from atop Lin Xi, his face the picture of satisfaction, while Lin Xi was panting heavily. Her uniform had been torn to shreds by Li Qiang, hanging loosely on her body, with some white fluid streaking across her lower abdomen, tackily clinging to her skin.
Now Lin Xi hardly had the strength to lift her arm, her body thoroughly exhausted from the repeated floods of ecstasy. Li Qiang sat down on the floor, reaching for a cigarette from the table and sticking it in his mouth.
