"Ah!"
Feeling my fierce eruption, Song Yiran's body also shuddered a few times, moaning out loud, "Xiao Yang, you released so much, don't move, just like this, quickly grab a pillow."
Seeing me about to get up, she hurriedly held on tight, reached out to the side and grabbed a pillow, placing it under her bottom.
"This time is better than yesterday. Yesterday it felt like it all seeped out."
She murmured, lifting her beautiful legs up, tilting her buttocks even higher.
We stayed like that for a long while before she finally let go and allowed me to get up, and we cleaned up together.
The clothes were still wet, so she just stood there completely unguarded in front of me, swaying, no longer feeling as shy as before, as if she had gotten used to it.
I took the hair dryer and dried her clothes. After she was dressed and had put on a delicate makeup, she grabbed her bag and walked out the door with me.
We strolled around and had a meal together.
