The Body is Honest

After they got on the bed, their naked bodies intertwined in all kinds of positions. Every so often, they heaved and moaned.

A long time passed before they stopped. Chu Qingchuan lay leisurely in Yu Wuhen's arms like a kitten.

Yu Wuhen held his head up with one hand and used the other to teasingly massage Chu Qingchuan.

"Milord, stop..." cried Chu Qingchuan, extremely embarrassed. She felt Yu Wuhen reach down to her cave. She started to fidget and feel stimulated again.

Yu Wuhen kissed Chu Qingchuan lovingly. In the spur of the moment, he couldn't hold himself back from laying on top of Chu Qingchuan, then inserted himself inside again.

"Mm... Milord, you're so bad!" Shrieked Chu Qingchuan, as Yu Wuhen moved too rigorously.

Yu Wuhen didn't stop until Chu Qingchuan was so sleepy that she couldn't lift a single finger.