All the pores on the body opened up.
Breathing in the fresh air in big gulps.
Only felt that the body had started to become uncontrollable, changing from initial resistance to subtle accommodation.
Under continuous exertion.
Jeanette Houseman finally couldn't bear it.
A whimper escaped from her throat.
That sound made her feel immense shame; clearly, she was being bullied, so why did she also feel "enjoyment"?
Hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand.
Looked up at Dirk Carter.
He was also drenched in sweat.
Riding hard.
His usual prowess would overwhelm even a veteran like Dahlia Hughes, let alone now, having taken an aphrodisiac pill, the one under him was a novice like Jeanette Houseman.
Under the surge.
The psychological defense finally collapsed.
The amorous voice finally burst forth: "I... I'm going to die, it's too... too good... I'm in heaven..."
Breathing heavily.
Her waist also swayed with Dirk Carter's rhythm.
