In this whirlwind of wild passion.
The desires of the three people surged like raging tides, wave after wave, showing no signs of ebbing.
Xu Wendong galloped fiercely within Lin Yiren, each deep thrust seeming to merge the two completely.
His breath was urgent and heavy, pouring onto Lin Yiren's neck, mixing with the faint fragrance her body emitted, forming an intensely alluring scent.
Lin Yiren's delicate body trembled under the impact.
Sometimes she clutched the bedsheets tightly, sometimes she tried to grasp Xu Wendong's arm.
Her nails left shallow red scratches on his skin.
The cries that escaped her mouth grew more piercing, indistinguishable whether they were of pain or pleasure.
In the quiet night, that sound was especially sharp yet inexplicably stirring.
Liu Shimei watched with eyes full of passionate desire, her hands roving ever more eagerly over Xu Wendong and Lin Yiren.
