Hu Die's vision turned blank, and all her senses seemed to focus on the place where Chen Nan was filling.
His final release was like scorching honey pouring into her deepest core, causing small spasms.
Her fingertips weakly grasped at the bed sheets, a whimper like a small animal escaping her throat.
When Chen Nan slowly withdrew, Hu Die's sensitive inner walls lingered longingly, producing a slight pop!
She buried her face in the pillow out of embarrassment, yet heard Chen Nan's low laughter, "Why are you hiding? Where did that voice of yours go?"
Hu Die felt his fingers lightly sliding down her spine, the touch sending a shiver through her.
Her body seemed to have been switched on, becoming exceptionally sensitive, even the slightest touch eliciting a tingling sensation.
Chen Nan seemed to notice this, purposely slowing down his movements, tracing circles on her lower back with his fingertips.
