The creaking sound persisted for over an hour.
Zhao Yaqian screamed for over an hour as well, her voice rising and falling, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes suppressed, both painful and seemingly pleasurable.
"This bitch is really something!"
"Even the foxes in the mountains aren't as slutty as she is. Just listen to that sound..."
Li Hai, nearly sixty years old, felt a thrill listening to Zhao Yaqian's voice, but unfortunately, the limp thing between his legs had no reaction. He was anxious and helpless.
Listening to the sounds from upstairs, Li Hai cursed and muttered downstairs.
Seeing Chen Dashan come out, Li Hai's face immediately lit up with a smile: "Dashan, don't worry about it. If it doesn't work this time, we can try again next time."
"Whenever you want to come, it's fine."
