She lowered her head, a blush reaching her earlobes, and whispered, "Like this?"
He lifted her skirt to the small of her back and swatted her pale, round ass. "That's right. Just like that."
...
It was already noon. They had lunch at the hotel to replenish their energy.
Yang Hui, despite his youth, felt a little dizzy after seven intense sessions from last evening to this morning. Shen Meng was in no better shape; she was clearly weak from blood loss, her vitality sapped. It was his first time enjoying himself so much, and he had been a little unrestrained.
Seeing that she could barely walk, Yang Hui felt a pang of guilt. It seemed he hadn't been very gentle with her. Shen Meng's complete cooperation had made him think she could handle it, but it turned out she was just toughing it out.
[Detected that the system-bound character, Shen Meng, has spent 360 yuan for the host. Activating random-multiple spending rebate.]
