The embarrassing sensation made Shui Rou instinctively try to pull her hand back. However, Ye Fei's grip was firm, and deep down, she didn't want to let go of this feeling.
So, she stayed still, her hand enveloped by Ye Fei's warm palm. It made her heart race but also gave her an unprecedented sense of security as if with him around, she would never feel helpless again. She couldn't help but recall the heroic image of him saving the Moonwater Palace, and for a moment, she was lost in thought.
While fondling Shui Rou's hand and thrusting into Shui Ying's soaked core, Ye Fei was thoroughly enjoying himself. What made it even more exhilarating was how tightly Shui Ying's core clenched around him, tighter than even a virgin's.
The sensation was almost as intense as being inside his mother's fiery depths. After a few vigorous thrusts, he felt like he was about to explode.