The woman beneath him trembled again, letting out low whimpers as if she could no longer bear it.
He Jingyao's kisses lingered at that spot for a long while until she finally pleaded for mercy.
"Jingyao, stop..."
Stop kissing there; she could hardly take it anymore.
The man chuckled softly, finally grasped her waist, and pulled her toward himself, then plunged in heavily—
This night was destined to be sleepless.
Zhixi felt like a flatbread being flipped and grilled extensively, as if two heartbeats echoed in her ears, thumping ceaselessly.
The scorching heat swept over her heart again and again, bringing her an overwhelming experience each time.
Pain and pleasure coexisted.
The man's movements were as fiercely intense as always, yet, whether it was her illusion or not, within this intensity, there seemed to be a trace of tenderness and pity, which unknowingly soothed her nerves.
It was like returning to the womb, warm and safe...
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