They had not seen each other for half a month.
Although there was some contact through the radio, their hearts were filled with longing.
When the butler left, they kissed and hastily removed each other's clothes.
Shanaela was lifted and placed on the edge of the bed.
The hem of her nightgown was lifted to her waist, her hands subconsciously supporting herself on the bed's edge.
Mm~!
With a soft, low moan, her body swayed back and forth with the force behind her.
Her silver teeth tightly bit her red lips, softly humming in rhythm, and said, "A bit slower, people might hear us."
Wu Heng took an elf ear in his mouth, "Everyone is asleep, what is there to be afraid of."
As he spoke, he pulled down the straps of the nightgown, hanging them at her waist.
He wrapped his arms around her body, supporting the weighty chest.
"Be careful," Shanaela's body flushed.
"Hold on a bit."
"Don't use so much force, go slower."