The cultivation technique practiced by Jefferson allows him to steal life energy only when a woman is climaxing, so it naturally includes methods to make women reach climax.
Although most of the techniques Jefferson couldn't use, but those simple ones, he could still use.
Both hands were constantly looking up and down for Michelle's sensitive parts, the booklet recorded more than two hundred sensitive parts of a woman's body, most of which were located on the surface of the body, and corresponding to each sensitive part, there were fixed aphrodisiac techniques.
But Jefferson hadn't been able to memorize that many for the time being, he had only remembered the main thirty or so.
Being touched by Jefferson like this, Michelle quickly reacted, her body trembled for a while, and between her legs was dripping． Her pussy was even more stretched out, and each thrust was so powerful that it gave her a feeling that she seemed to be pierced through.
This is not at all comparable to that first taste of forbidden fruit, as Linda described as comfortable and exciting.
Of course in addition to the comfortable, but also a little difficult, Michelle felt as if something in the heart scratching, there is no way to say that the annoyance, even more difficult is to take down to the knees of the pants, as if a shackle, her legs locked tightly, can't even move.
Michelle wanted to take off her pants, but Jefferson, whether intentionally or unintentionally, held her legs and pressed them to her chest.
This made her even more immobile, and at the same time she felt Jefferson's thrusts getting more and more forceful, like a pile driver, lifting high and then slamming to the bottom.
Suddenly an unbearable soreness came from the deepest place, Michelle "ah ..." moan and tried to straighten her waist, but she didn't realize that her body was locked tightly by Jefferson, and when she exerted her strength, it made Jefferson's penis more powerful. Jefferson's cock to penetrate deeper.
"Mmmm ... ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ... " Michelle began to moan, she didn't like the fucking sound but she couldn't help it, it seemed like she couldn't make that sound without it.
"Let go of me, I can't stand being strangled." Michelle whined.
She felt Jefferson did loosen up a lot, but the thrusts underneath became faster and more violent． "Ohhhhhh ..." she cried out in a series of moans that became faster and faster.
Jefferson's waist moved faster and faster, and his cock pumped faster and faster, making "popping" noises and grunts of pleasure.
Michelle's floral path was layered and uneven inside, making the thrusting incredibly pleasurable. The faster the thrusts, the more intense the sensation became.
Suddenly Jefferson let out a low roar, at the same time Michelle squealed in a high pitched squeal, and both reached the peak of their lust at the same time.
Michelle's sensation was tingling to the extreme, as if her whole body was flying, or as if she was falling into the nine abysses, her body was trembling as if it was electrified, her cunt spasmed violently, and gurgling cunt juice gushed out of her pussy mouth.
Jefferson, however, felt his glans being clenched by a small mouth, his penis likewise trembled ceaselessly, as if something wanted to gush out, but it didn't find its way out, and was stimulated and bloated, and then a warm warm stream immediately followed along his penis and surged into his body.
That warm flow carried Miss Michelle's breath and converged into his Fighting breath, moisturizing his Fighting breath, which was only a little bit of Fighting breath suddenly sprang up like a sprout.
The imaginary fire that had accumulated in his body also quickly dissolved in his Fighting breath.
This wonderful state lasted for half a minute, and the two people's bodies were taut, not moving a muscle.
Michelle suddenly felt a rush of panic and unease, and a hint of shyness surged up within her. She glanced at the door, which was slightly ajar, and it seemed like someone was peeking in from outside.
She enjoyed playing pranks but was not like Linda, who was promiscuous. Doing such things with Jefferson was one thing, but allowing others to watch was something she couldn't tolerate.
Feeling both annoyed and a bit resentful, Michelle frowned and pushed Jefferson off her. She got down from the water tank cover and pulled up her pants, which had fallen to her knees, blushing deeply. She could clearly feel the wet and sticky sensation between her legs, but for the moment, she ignored it.
Just as she was about to step back to put some distance between herself and Jefferson, Michelle suddenly felt dizzy and her waist ached faintly. A lazy feeling seeped from her bones, as if she was utterly exhausted and just wanted to rest.
She had never felt this tired, even after fighting continuously on the battlefield for hours.
So she decided to circulate her Fighting Breath, the best way for a knight to recover strength and alleviate fatigue. However, to her shock, she found that her Fighting Breath had weakened.
Confused, she only knew that sex could lead to pregnancy and childbirth, but had never heard it could affect her Fighting Breath.
As she pondered this, she suddenly remembered that having sex could result in pregnancy.
She was not a child; she knew what pregnancy entailed. She quickly unbuckled her belt and touched her intimate area. It was wet and somewhat sticky, but she didn't see any white semen.
"You didn't come?" Michelle asked in surprise.
Jefferson nodded.
Tracing circles on Jefferson's crotch with her slender fingers, Michelle teased him provocatively, "You're really impressive!"
Jefferson hesitated and leaned closer, asking in a low voice, "Can I…?"
"You still want to have sex with me?"
Michelle laughed, returning to her usual playful self, always adding a touch of mischief to whatever she did. "First, come back to the camp with me. It's about time." She deliberately didn't answer Jefferson's question.
Jefferson was jolted awake. He suddenly realized that the woman before him was his superior, not someone he could take advantage of like Mona. This also reminded him that he needed to come up with an excuse for the captain and the military officer when he got back.
However, Jefferson hesitated, glancing back. What if those thugs came back while he was gone?
"Worried about your little lover?" Michelle noticed everything. Although she was somewhat childish, it didn't mean she lacked intelligence.
She pulled out a yellow cloth strip from her jacket pocket. It was the military's warning sign used to block roads or protect specific areas. Once these yellow strips were drawn, no one dared to approach easily, let alone tear them down.