Chen Fan finally found the right angle and thrust in hard when Leone was nearly overcome with desire, completely joining with her. Leone let out a soft cry, perhaps because of the pain of her first time.
Soon, the rhythmic sounds began, accompanied by kitten-like moans. Chen Fan thrust relentlessly inside Leone until, after an unknown amount of time, everything gradually calmed down.
Early the next morning, Leone curled up against Chen Fan. Her fair, delicate skin felt smooth to the touch, and especially her breasts—Chen Fan could not get enough of them.
Perhaps because he was teasing her sensitive spot, Leone let out a languid sound through her nose. "Mmm...!"
She then opened her eyes and saw Chen Fan playing with her breasts. Leone's face flushed slightly. It was simply her body's natural reaction. She and Chen Fan had gone wild the night before, perhaps because she wanted to vent the emotions buried in her heart.
After all, anyone who killed people carried their own pressure. That was also why Leone had taken Chen Fan to the training grounds yesterday. If she did not vent properly, she could easily go mad.
However, the feeling of becoming a woman for the first time left Leone unable to stop. She kept demanding more from Chen Fan until every last bit of her strength had been drained, only then settling down. Chen Fan had filled her countless times as well.
Chen Fan's little brother began stirring again, and Leone felt it. Though she was somewhat unable to take any more, she smiled at him, leaned down, and pressed him between her breasts. Then she took him into her mouth, nearly making Chen Fan finish on the spot. Leone's movements were simply too bold; it was hard to imagine she had only just