Hearing his wife's words, Fu Chen'an was panting like a wild beast and replied hoarsely, "Nghh… Wife… I'm almost there. Hahh… faster…"
His moaning entered her ear, and his hot breath brushed her neck. Yao Zhi was also panting as her heart beat so fast that she thought she might faint.
She quickened her hand movements, and after a few more minutes, she heard her husband suddenly let out a low, suppressed growl, followed by a hot, sticky, thick liquid spraying her hand and her pants. The liquid stained her thin silk pants, causing them to stick to her lower body.
Although she had never had a boyfriend, she had a rich theoretical knowledge in this area. She knew what this liquid was. She blushed and rubbed her fingers, trying to feel the substance staining them.
Fu Chen'an was still enjoying the afterglow. He kissed and sucked on his wife's neck and shoulder with satisfaction. But he still remembered to use his elbow to hold himself so as not to crush his wife with his weight.
