In the darkness, the man gripped the gun barrel, fumbling his way directly to the heart of the matter.
A muffled sound.
After the union was complete.
The man began to thrust with all his strength.
Even the coffee table the woman was lying on creaked and rocked with this rhythm.
The time it lasted wasn't very long.
About ten minutes or so.
The man couldn't hold on much longer.
Sensing this, the woman turned her head and pleaded, "Master, don't inside..."
But the man couldn't care less about that.
He yanked the woman's hair fiercely.
Let out a roar.
And completed the final release.
The whole man then collapsed onto the sofa, gasping for air.
The little tadpoles all entered inside.
The woman was naturally very anxious.
Quickly got up, wanting to run to the bathroom to wash up.
Just as she took a step.
The man asked, "Where are you going?"
"I... Master, I'm going to the bathroom..."
The woman replied with trepidation.
