Even with a bed that's one and a half meters wide, it can't withstand Sun Zhe's wild impact.
Wet patches were scattered all over the messy sheets.
A delicate, sexy white lace bra hung on the headboard.
The thin, soft light leg warm tights were quietly piled under the bed.
Enduring Sun Zhe's fervor, Chen Ruoyi seemed to have thrown everything behind, her delicate head hanging over the bed edge, continually moaning with abandon, her tousled fragrant long hair swinging wildly.
"Baby, faster!"
"It's coming, it's coming!"
Sun Zhe slowed his breathing, saying nothing, and ferociously thrust with all his might.
Chen Ruoyi felt as if her soul was being squeezed out of her body, her previously limp and powerless delicate figure suddenly bursting with power, her arms reaching to tightly embrace her lover's neck, her legs lifting to encircle her beloved's waist, sticking tight to him like an octopus.
