Even though Xin Kalan had just climaxed, she didn't feel the least bit tired.
On the contrary, like a mare in heat, she cried out lewdly, her fingernails raking red lines down Chen Bin's back.
From start to finish, Chen Bin had been the one putting forth all the effort.
Time slipped by, and beads of sweat started to trickle down his forehead.
The overwhelming pleasure surged within him; Chen Bin felt the head of his cock swell rapidly—it was clear he was on the brink of surrendering.
But he also knew Guan Kongcheng was still in the next room, listening, so he couldn't just finish hastily.
So he took a deep breath, stopping his movements.
He planned to suppress the urge to shoot, and then keep fucking her.
Xin Kalan was in the throes of passion at that moment, a deep emptiness welling up inside. She quickly got up and pinned Chen Bin beneath her.
