In the darkness, the man gripped the gun barrel, groping straight for the core.
A squelching sound.
After completing the union.
The man began to thrust with all his might.
Even the coffee table the woman was lying on creaked and shook in this rhythm.
The duration wasn't very long.
Maybe around ten minutes.
The man could barely hold it together.
Feeling this anomaly, the woman turned her head and pleaded in a begging tone, "Master, not inside..."
But the man didn't care about any of that.
He fiercely gripped the woman's hair.
Roared loudly.
Completed the final release.
The man then collapsed onto the sofa, panting heavily.
All the tadpoles went inside her.
The woman was naturally anxious.
Quickly got up, wanting to rush to the bathroom to wash.
Just stepped out a single step.
The man asked, "Where are you going?"
"I... Master, I'm going to the bathroom..."
The woman said tremblingly.
Originally thought such a small request would surely be approved by him.
