Xu Wendong's actions grew increasingly wild.
Every thrust carried an uncontrollable, fiery desire, as if to completely merge Ye Qiu into the depths of his soul.
His body was like a blazing furnace, radiating scorching heat, enveloping Ye Qiu tightly within.
Ye Qiu's delicate body trembled uncontrollably under his powerful hold, like a flower swaying in a storm.
Her hands grasped the sheets tightly, her fingertips turning white from exertion, her knuckles slightly protruding.
The moans from her throat came in fits and starts, an interweaving of pain and pleasure.
Like a intimate yet slightly forlorn melody, echoing gently in this ambiguous room.
Her body was completely out of control, rising and falling with Xu Wendong's rhythm, as if swept into a stormy tempest, inextricably trapped.
Her legs instinctively wrapped tightly around his waist, like clutching the last straw of salvation.
