As she struggled, the ties on one side of her pocket had already come undone.
Disheveled, wrinkled, it was tossed aside.
In sync with their rhythmic movements.
Stirring heartstrings.
The hint of white, full of red finger marks, the radiancy blooming below her collarbone, it dazzled his eyes.
"Pan'er, I want more! I haven't had enough yet."
A low growl in his mouth, he plunged to her again.
She already couldn't bear it, throwing her head back with all her might.
Whimpering, trying to shake off that irritating itch, the trembling deep in her bones.
The rustling sound was constantly heard, like a gentle breeze blowing through blooming flowers, scattering the faintly visible crimson spots.
Suddenly, there was a whimpering mourn, a cry of a kitten amidst a storm.
The rain was heavy, the winds fierce.
The thunder raged!
The cries, one after another, provoked compassion in their tone.
His low, soothing voice echoed once again.