After resting for nearly half an hour, Yang Fan finally started moving again.
The near-half-hour break had shaken off all the anticipation he had been building up before, and when he entered her again, it was as if starting anew.
Spreading the woman's slender legs apart, he plunged into her moist and tight haven, his blood fired up in an instant.
Each deep thrust was unforgettable, irresistibly compelling.
"Ah... ah, ah..."
Although the sensations Yang Fan had felt before seemed to have dissipated completely, starting over from scratch,
the fair-skinned woman with double eyelids and worldly-wise eyes seemed to retain her earlier sensations. Yang Fan had only just begun, and she was already unable to hold back her cries.
Her heightened emotions and intense voice also stirred Yang Fan's mood, making him involuntarily speed up, thrusting harder and faster with each move.