"Mmm, ah~"
In the basement, Ning Mei's faint moans echoed non-stop.
After the curtains were drawn, there wasn't a sliver of light, and Dahai couldn't see anything.
But this didn't hinder his experience at all.
His body, often exercised, had excellent flexibility.
He didn't have to do anything, just lying there quietly.
"Ah, ah~"
Ning Mei's voice suddenly became urgent, growing louder and louder.
Her buttocks rose and fell, sitting on his thighs with a smacking sound that wouldn't stop.
"Ah!"
She suddenly let out a sharp, quick cry, then her body suddenly went limp, sitting on Dahai and convulsing non-stop.
It took a while before she slowly began to move again.
More than half an hour later, only after she felt Dahai's body tense and then relax did she stop with a contented look on her face.
"Mr. Wang, do you feel like your fire has been quenched a lot?"
Ning Mei propped herself on his body and asked softly.
"Yeah, I felt it."
"That's good."
