Li Feng opened his eyes and feasted on the view below.
Ning Jianli's back glistened with sweat.
The firm and tone muscles along her spine flexed slightly and released with every dip.
Her plump peach were flushed a deep pink and red from his earlier grip.
A faint handprints of his still lingered on the pale skin like temporary brands.
The chamber smelled heavy now.....
...Thick with heat, desire and that faint, sweet fragrance rising from her skin as though her body was beginning to overheat from the combined strain and relentless stimulation.
"…One hundred… ten… One hundred… eleven…"
Li Feng exhaled slowly, fighting the primal urge to simply grab her hips and pound until she screamed his name.
But not yet.
He wanted to truly help this sword maid of his surpass her limits.
Then Li Feng's fingers dug into her hips and… finally, he began to help.
Squelch…
