"Ah! Ah!"
Sitting on the cushion, with her body slightly reclined backward, Zhou Yaoyao trembled non-stop, letting out suppressed cries of pain. The deeper it went, the more pain she felt, her breathing becoming more rapid and disordered, as if opening old wounds.
But she didn't stop me, she just tried her best to endure.
"Chen Yang, little brother!"
She looked towards the cold moonlight and kept calling my name, as if by doing so she could mitigate the fear in her heart and open herself up to me both physically and emotionally.
Meanwhile, I was shivering with increasing intensity. The deeper I went, the tighter the embrace, the hotter the passion. I felt as if I was melting inside her body.
This sensation was truly too marvelous!
Especially since this was outdoors, by the lakeside—this was even more thrilling than the last time on the rooftop...
