Yang Fan switched between seven or eight positions, taking about an hour and a half, until he finally released everything deep inside Pan Xiaoxia. By the time he had finished, Pan Xiaoxia and Zheng Yuyu were limp, barely able to move.
Zheng Yuyu had come fewer times, seemingly only once or twice.
But Pan Xiaoxia came violently several times, almost effortlessly.
Yang Fan hadn't really kept track of how many times in total, but he found himself drenched without caution.
By the end, her thighs were wet and sticky, stringy to the touch.
The bed was strewn with their naked bodies, Pan Xiaoxia and Zheng Yuyu sprawled out in exhaustion, their graceful figures undulating.
Yang Fan had already cleaned up the battlefield, but the two of them were still too limp to move.
"You two better not scare me, at least move a little," Yang Fan teased intentionally.
Pan Xiaoxia lifted her arm slightly as a sign that she moved.