Her yin cave twitched, contracting and relaxing around Zhao Fan's Yang rod, milking it, and making him feel the sensation of a true heavenly pleasure.
Zhao Fan couldn't help but pick up his pace, thrusting even faster and deeper, as though trying to reach the very depths of her soul and not just her body.
Her yin nectar dripped down to the floor, like the water flowing down the river.
"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!" She screamed in ecstasy, her body trembling with each thrust.
The sensation of her body being filled and emptied repeatedly was almost too much for her to bear.
She felt like she was about to break apart, and she didn't even care, for she knew she would break in the most pleasurable way.
Her body was covered with sweat, her forehead, her armpits, and her hair was stuck to her face.
She looked like a mess, but she didn't care,
She silently watched as her mountain peaks swung with each impact.