"Your husband is risking his life to protect the clan's treasury tonight, yet you're melting beneath a foreign flag."
"Let... let him protect it..." Shuying choked out, her head tossing wildly from side to side as a secondary wave of cascading pleasure began to build deep within her abdomen.
The friction was becoming unbearable, a blinding, localized heat that threatened to dissolve her meridians.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"He is... nothing compared to you... Senior... ah! Open me up... give me... more...!"
Sensing the frantic, desperate contraction of her internal muscles as they clamped tightly around him for the second time, Shen Yu's green pupils flared with an absolute, malicious thrill.
He didn't hold back.
Releasing her wrists, he braced his hands against the back of the sofa and unleashed a rapid, thunderous barrage of deep, bottoming-out plunges.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
