But the physiological pleasure, how could she resist it?
She could barely hold on for ten seconds or so.
She finally couldn't suppress it anymore, let out a whimper, and then started panting heavily.
At the same time.
There was a noticeable change in her body.
Her pores all over seemed to open wide.
Fine beads of sweat began to seep out.
Though her body was restrained, she kept writhing.
Especially around her waist.
Sometimes tense, sometimes slack, her demeanor looked as if she was in extreme agony.
In the garden, a deluge flooded out, even soaking a part of the bed sheet.
"Tsk tsk tsk, is this thing that powerful?"
At this scene, even The Leopard Cat started clicking his tongue.
But this wasn't the strongest setting.
Seeing no sign from Bernice Eames.
Dirk Carter pressed the third setting.
At the instant it was activated.
A rush of torrent sprayed out from the grass.
Thankfully, the two were standing to the side, otherwise, they would've been drenched.
