"I was wrong... I won't dare again... Please spare me..."
In the spacious tatami room, Zhao Jiaqi's pleas for mercy rose and fell.
Her lithe body was pressed into a lump, her snow-white legs kneeling there, thrusting her round, plump buttocks high, which had turned red from the impact, and her jade arms, pulled back by Lin Fan, forced her to raise her entire body, shamefully facing Chen Jiayi who was leaning against the headboard.
Her originally slender, classical face, due to the wave upon wave of impact, had already begun to speak nonsense, her eyes rolling up to prove that she was completely conquered, the continuous impact had driven her to the brink of collapse.
It wasn't until then that Lin Fan finally let go of her hands with a wicked smile, and Zhao Jiaqi collapsed onto the bed like a pile of mud, gasping for air, her face covered in fragrant sweat, her eyes having lost their spark, this was the moment of utmost beauty after the peak.
