The morning sunlight had not yet fully brightened the earth.
The peaceful village was awakened by the relentless crowing of roosters.
Many people had already started their day, accompanied by wisps of cooking smoke rising, and from Lin Fan's bedroom, waves of moaning sounds were heard.
"Husband... so big... I feel so good... don't stop... keep going... give it to me..."
Chen Jiayi grasped Lin Fan's waist with both hands, spreading her legs as wide as possible, feeling the relentless thrusts of his Iron Pestle into her Soul-snatching Cave. Her pubic bone continually collided with his lower abdomen, the powerful force felt like it was piercing through her, while the numbness had long driven her crazy.
