It was past seven in the evening.
The two lay on the bed, the sheets beneath them crumpled and chaotic from their activities.
Dahai sat up from the bed, looked at the exhausted Wu Qiangwei, and said, "Shall we eat?"
"Mmm."
Wu Qiangwei propped herself up with one hand and slowly sat up.
It hurt.
Every part of her body ached.
Her ample chest was covered in bite marks, and her pert, plump buttocks were sore from his kneading.
Even her private parts were swollen.
Recalling the afternoon's frenzy, Wu Qiangwei felt she must have been insane.
Yet, deep inside, she was somewhat infatuated with the remnants of that madness.
Once dressed, Dahai felt somewhat tired mentally, though physically, he felt fine.
But when Wu Qiangwei tried to get off the bed, she nearly fell, her legs too weak to stand on.
Dahai raised an eyebrow, tempted to mock her, but decided against it.
This woman was a fighter, and prodding her further might only invite another round.
