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After some time had passed, the golden light of Soul Purification had grown significantly brighter and more stable inside the wooden house.
Currently, inside the room, the lewd sound of wet colliding flesh echoed continuously.
Plap…!
Plap…!
Plap…!
On the large spiritual silk bed, Li Feng moved his waist with a lewd, satisfied smile.
He had pulled both of Purple Death's delicate hands behind her back, holding her wrists firmly with one hand like reins, while his other hand gripped her wide hip.
Below him, Purple Death was on all fours, her upper body lowered onto the bed with her face pressed sideways against the sheets.
Her short black hair was messy and damp with sweat, sticking to her flushed cheeks.
Her full breasts were squished against the mattress, swaying heavily with every powerful thrust from behind.
"Ah…! Hnng~! You… bastard…!"
Her voice came out in broken, shaky gasps.
