The Land Rover continuously rocked.
Sitting in Lin Fan's arms, Zhao Qianyue had already become like a puddle of mud.
Now she had no strength left at all, and her heaving body was entirely because Lin Fan was tightly gripping her plump buttocks, manually controlling her.
"How is it? Does it still hurt?"
Lin Fan tilted his head to ask Zhao Qianyue, who was lying on his shoulder.
"No... it doesn't hurt anymore... but... down there it's so hot... I feel like you're going to kill me..."
The sweat-drenched Zhao Qianyue breathlessly said, "This... how is it... different from what I... imagined... It shouldn't be like this!"
"What did you think it would be like?"
Lin Fan supported Zhao Qianyue's body, continually rocking back and forth, allowing the tight Soul-snatching Cave to continuously crash against the Iron Pestle, each thrust seemingly piercing her, while the overly excited and moist swamp madded waves of splashing sounds with every strike.