When I walked in with Sister Song, one could still hear Sister Liu emitting those indeterminate cries of pain or pleasure. Her eyes were slightly closed, her snow-white neck was strained backward, obviously in great comfort.
They say it's like sweet rain after a long drought. For a woman like her who hadn't been satisfied for so long, it was hardly surprising that making love with a robust man like Dazhuang would feel intense.
Just as I was about to speak, Sister Song gestured for me to be silent. Her eyes were fixed intently on Sister Liu and Dazhuang, who were engaged in the act on the bed, and her breathing gradually became rapid.
At this moment, Sister Song was still clutching my hand tightly, and from her trembling body, I could feel her excitement.
Especially the intense desire in her eyes, which was unmasked and apparent.
As she watched, Sister Song stripped off her clothes and, the next second, actually pounced forward, joining the two in their fray.