"Puff puff puff puff..."
The sound of flesh colliding filled the kitchen.
Sun Zhe seemed like a mad beast, his eyes red, his hands gripping tightly on Fang Ruoxue's thighs in stockings, almost folding her body in half and fixing it on the stove.
The surface of the frantically shaking sack was flowing with a liquid akin to diluted cream.
Each swipe would bring out strands of sticky threads from the muddy area.
Fang Ruoxue threw back her swan-like neck, her long hair, which had been tied up, gradually loosened and fell messily, covering her scented shoulders.
"Ah ah ah... lighter... a bit lighter..."
Sun Zhe turned a deaf ear, instead becoming even more intense, as if eager to pour his entire body into it.
Perhaps he was stifled by Gu Lingxue earlier, this time, in just about forty minutes, Sun Zhe reached his peak.
...
"Hoo—!"
After a few seconds of trembling, Sun Zhe withdrew and took a long breath.
