On the blood-red plain, the moving moans gradually turned into passionate gasps, accompanied by the sound of physical collisions. These sounds intertwined with everything else, composing a beautiful symphony of life.
As the breathing gradually subsided, conversations began to pick up again.
Enzo gently caressed Freya's smooth skin and couldn't help but ask, "Freya, can we go another round?"
Freya's face changed slightly and she rolled her eyes, but she didn't refuse.
In the soul world, any sense seemed to be magnified countless times. Every thrust of Enzo brought a sense of fulfillment and the pleasure of primitive sexual desire, which Freya greatly enjoyed. And this feeling directly appeared in the depths of the soul consciousness, which was a great pleasure on the spiritual level, not the physical one.
She couldn't resist.
So Enzo picked up Freya and placed her legs around his waist.
Freya shouted again.
