Xu Yi's body was a chaotic battleground of sensation. The lingering lunar frost on Shen Yu's length had finally succumbed to the friction of his relentless pace, replaced by a searing, primitive heat that seemed to scald her from the inside out.
Slap. Slap. Squelch
She was gasping like a tethered animal, her head tossing wildly as Shen Yu hammered into her from behind.
"Ahhhh....haaaa...ohhhhhhh....haahahaa..."
His left hand remained clamped like an iron vise around her love handle, while his right hand wound into her long hair, yanking her head back to perfect angle of his assault. Xu Yi's eyes were completely hazy, her pupils blown wide as her tongue lolled out, silver threads of saliva dripping onto the rumpled silk of the bed.
Slap...Slap...Slap....
