Suddenly, she had a jolt in her body, her hands gripped the shoulders of her battle armor tightly, with a shudder, her body contracted violently, what was originally a deep thrust and slow pumping at a low speed now became a shock with an increasingly fast speed, her vagina convulsed with a burst of convulsions.
Jefferson had already realized that Ms. Christine was about to reach orgasm, the original hardened place deep inside her vagina was rapidly softening, like a small mouth, gently sipping his glans, not only sipping but also sucking, sucking very tightly.
Christine's orgasm was not very long, nor was it as thrilling as Linda's, just after a fierce shudder, and a short period of body stiffness, another wave of heat rushed out.
The two remained seated, Jefferson's cock still standing tall, impaled deep inside Miss Christine. But Miss Christine had gone limp, her cunt contracting involuntarily and throbbing uncontrollably, her body limping helplessly, surely she would have fallen if not for a couple of leather cords pulling her down.
Jefferson had never enjoyed the afterglow of such an orgasm before.
With Ms. Linda, Ms. Linda was never this tired, and with Ms. Michelle once she was past her orgasm, it was either regroup and fight again, or the sex was over.
Suddenly Jefferson felt that this is not bad, the only trouble is that he and Miss Christine's pants are wet, just a moment ago did not feel, now by the cold wind, only feel the cold.
I don't know how long it took, Jefferson felt Miss Christine's body getting heavier and heavier, she was obviously too tired so she fell asleep. In a daze there were times when her butt would still move twice.
At this moment, Jefferson's heart was unusually calm, and he also felt unusually full of＼ He reinserted his hands back into the arm tubes of his battle armor, and carefully removed the large disk from the top of his head.Jefferson cursed himself for being so stupid that he didn't think of doing this until now.
Without the large disk, both hands were instantly free, and Jefferson brought his arms together so that Ms. Christine was able to lie on the battle armor's closed arms.
It wasn't as comfortable as lying on a bed, but it was much better than being half-hung by a couple of leather cords.
With her arms closed together and the two shields on her arms closed together, it was enough to block the direct blow of the cold wind.
There seemed to be no problem getting through the night now.
Early in the morning the two awoke, Ms. Christine's face suddenly flushed red, she had slept like this all night, and the whole night Jefferson's thing had stayed inside her.
Waiting to see her arms closed behind her, to see the pair of shields keeping the cold wind out of her, a sudden warmth rose in Christine's heart, though the wet, sticky feeling between her legs still left her with no place to go.
Christine tried to struggle to get out of the way, not realizing that when she exerted herself, she instantly felt her legs go completely numb.
Both legs curled up for a night the blood veins simply can't get through, but she is equally clear that even if she doesn't feel numb, I'm afraid that she can't make ...: it, her legs are definitely soft, just like her body at this moment.
Sighing secretly, Christine burst into a bitter smile, she suddenly remembered the passing of the book inside the camp, making love with this little guy was very tiring even though it was very comfortable and exciting.
"Put me down." Ms. Christine spat lightly.
Jefferson had actually woken up a long time ago, he had just pretended to be asleep, and now that Miss Christine had recognized him, he had to embarrassingly prop up Miss Christine's hips, help her spread both her legs, and then back off a little bit.
Both of them didn't make any noise, Jefferson hid inside the battle armor and was too embarrassed to come out, while Christine hid inside the woods and cleaned herself up, again she was a bit embarrassed.
An hour later, they were back on the road, the two people suddenly became a lot more tacit understanding, most of the time, Jefferson did not need Christine to tell him what to do, from Christine's eyes can understand what he wants to do.
Throughout the morning, both of them felt their way carefully.
However, around three o'clock in the afternoon, Miss Christine suddenly ordered him to stop. After searching for a moment, she frantically pounded on Jefferson's armor and shouted urgently, "Quick, two kilometers in the nine o'clock direction, hurry up!"
Such a close encounter clearly indicated that the battle had erupted suddenly. Typically, these kinds of ambushes were the most dangerous.
Jefferson didn't dare waste any time.
Although two kilometers wasn't far, there was a mountain in the way. By the time Jefferson reached the mountaintop, he saw six people at the foot of the mountain—five of them were enemies, all wearing Valerian's main combat armor, the "Iron Crusader."
The one fighting against the five was Deputy Captain Monica. She was wearing her family's heirloom armor, pure white in color, with notably long arms and legs and two wings on the back.
This armor, called "Swan," was extremely rare, as was Monica's knight type.
When Jefferson first heard his master, Miss Eileen, mention Monica, he thought he had misheard. It wasn't until Miss Eileen repeated it three or four times that he understood there was indeed such a rare classification as a defensive light knight.
Miss Monica was precisely this unusual type of knight. She wielded two light rapiers with guards that intertwined like tangled vines, resembling thorns. These guards were unusually large, with a one-meter radius, looking like loosely woven shields covered in barbs.
Jefferson had never seen Miss Monica in action before, and now he was truly impressed, realizing just how extraordinary the squad members were.
Miss Monica was usually very low-key, never drawing attention to herself, yet her strength was remarkable. This made Jefferson wonder about the extent of the other members' abilities.
"Don't just stand there, go down and help her," Officer Christine's sharp command snapped Jefferson out of his daze. He then realized that Miss Monica was in a dire situation.
Fighting five opponents alone was extremely taxing. If it weren't for the complex terrain limiting the five knights' movements, Miss Monica might not have held out this long.
"What should I do now?" Jefferson was at a loss. He could tell that all five enemies were genuine knights, not novices.
At this point, Officer Christine's experience proved invaluable. She had already assessed the situation and roughly understood the strength of these knights.