Yang Fan also realized that he had been a bit too fierce just now.
Under the quiet night, with not a sound around, the clapping noise was indeed a bit loud.
He slowed down the tempo, turning it into a forceful yet cushioned approach, fiercely striking deep into Li Jia's most inner sanctum with each thrust.
Although the speed had decreased, Yang Fan's rhythm was still fierce.
After about a dozen in and out thrusts, Li Jia's body suddenly started to tremble lightly, as if she was electrified, and her right hand reached back to desperately grab Yang Fan's arm.
She stopped the clapping noise made by Yang's hits against her buttocks, but she couldn't keep herself from crying out any longer.
"Ah... ah... ahhh..."
She almost screamed these out, her voice sharp and high-pitched.
Pleasure that felt like a landslide flooded her body, making her forget where she was, completely letting go of her inhibitions and crying out in unbridled moans.
