That night.
Mona was very wild.
Not only changing positions, changing places, but also using large-scale movements, her shouting was loud.
It seemed like this wasn't a collision of love, but rather a form of release.
For a moment, Dirk Carter even felt that Mona wanted him to be exhausted to death.
Even so.
He still did his best to cope.
By the time the sky was getting light.
The sheets in the bedroom were already in disarray.
His body was marked with some bright red bite marks and scratches.
Mona wasn't better off either.
She had no energy left, lying there like a corpse, panting heavily.
Drool unconsciously dripped from the corner of her mouth.
Looking between her legs, the land that had been ravaged repeatedly was now swollen like a bun.
"Are you okay?"
After resting for a while.
Dirk Carter got up and asked.
Mona didn't answer.
But used her arm to sit up with difficulty.
Dirk Carter wanted to help her, but she pushed him away.
