Hansen's loud grunt echoed after several tens of seconds of "rocking" the poor girl's body. His head spun as if he were on a ship, but the pelvic thrusts he anticipated did not occur. The reality was that with every mili his hips moved, he was getting closer to releasing his seed. In the end, Hansen's face only grew redder as he tried to hold his breath to prevent a premature climax.
An inexplicable sense of pity arose in the girl's heart.
Suddenly, the room they were in shook violently. Some pebbles fell from the ceiling, and the girl, who had been contemplating while staring at the roof, widened her eyes. An alarm of danger blared in her mind, but her body was so weak that she could no longer move. The girl attempted to groan, but her throat was so dry that it hurt to open it.