"Ugh!"
When she heard the deep roar of Wang Dahai from the room and the suddenly intensified thumping sounds, she knew Wang Dahai was about to release.
"Harder, harder," she murmured low, imagining it was herself being done by him. Her little hand stirred, her legs went weak, and she slid down the wall to sit on the ground.
In the room.
Wang Dahai was covered in sweat, and so was Liang Jiagia, limp and sprawled on the bed.
Her voluptuous rear was still twitching slightly, her fair buttocks marked with handprints everywhere, filled with the love of Wang Dahai.
"Mr. Wang, you're so amazing."
"Smack!"
After another slap, Wang Dahai got out of bed and said, "I'm going to take a wash."
Hearing the footsteps inside the room, Yan Jing was terrified.
She tried to get up, but found her legs soft and powerless.
She was urgently worried, no, she couldn't let him see her, it was too shameful...
But the more anxious she was, the less she could stand up, almost on the verge of crying.