For a moment, Qingyi and Yuehan stayed like that, still connected.
Neither of them moved. The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.
He was still buried deep inside her, feeling that tight pussy around his cock. Her slick walls clenched, as if her body were still trying to milk every last drop he had to give.
Part of him wanted to keep fucking her, to flip her over and start all over again. But one glance was enough to tell him that the beautiful Divine Sword Fairy was already completely exhausted.
Yuehan was slumped over the pillows, her arms limp at her sides, her thighs trembling from the effort of keeping her hips raised for him.
A low chuckle escaped Qingyi's lips. He raised his hand and brought a firm slap down on that plump, upturned ass.
The sharp crack echoed through the room.
His palm sank into the soft cheek, the plump flesh flattening under the blow and swallowing his fingers for an instant before it sprang back.
