The deep crimson decor created an ambiguous atmosphere in the private room where Chen Nuanhan gasped for air like a fish out of water, trapped mercilessly against the wall.
She had no choice but to wrap her legs around Gou Huai's waist, clinging tightly, then she tilted her head, closed her eyes and looked down.
In the midst of her heavy breathing, her throat sounded like an erhu, sporadically emitting cries and whimpers like melodious strings.
"Ah~~~"
Gou Huai buried his face in the snowy whiteness, biting and sucking until he finally branded the mark of a victor on her.
Her posture was weaker than ever, her body shaking, biting a strand of her hair between her lips. She neither dared to look, listen, nor speak. Her slender neck was strained with protruding veins, as if she was undergoing punishment.
Haha, so intense for a first time, indeed like a punishment.
