After all, many men, once they've finished, become as limp as a wet noodle, losing much of their fighting spirit.
Lu Xiaodan had just started her journey not long ago, and with little prelude earlier followed by Lin Hao's intense thrusting, her tender, secret passage had become inflamed.
She had already been sent over the edge several times and only hoped Lin Hao would quickly release himself to stop the incessant grinding.
Since the beautiful woman requested it, Lin Hao didn't hold back, suddenly accelerating his thrusts, his thick rod now scorching hot from the friction, pressing firmly against the deepest petals.
"Ahhhhh…"
Lin Hao let out a high-pitched moan, a numbing sensation hitting his waist, as if a bullet was fired at the center of the flower, sending waves of pleasure through him.
Lu Xiaodan felt a surge of hot essence hit her heart, causing her delicate body to tremble, twisting like a worm in its last struggle.
