I was just waiting to open up at any moment, to press this audacious woman beneath me and love her dearly.
The woman on top of me grew increasingly bold, and under her teasing, the temperature between us became even more intense. I followed her movements, beginning to respond.
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed Marry onto the couch, tore off her last piece of covering cloth, then ripped off my own clothing, and began to ride her body.
Marry's wanton voice rose within the private room, and on Jing An's side, as if not to be outdone, the moans of a princess soon followed.
The sounds ebbed and flowed like a symphony, evoking a man's inexplicable desire for victory.
But Marry seemed unsatisfied with this feeling. She stopped my movements, then with a turn, pressed me onto the couch, seated herself on top of me, and started to indulge herself.
