The sound was no longer a steady beat, but a rapid drumroll like the most urgent war drums on a battlefield, pounding against Qin Hongmian's heart until she could hardly breathe.
Gan Baobao no longer had the strength to beg for mercy. All she could do was let out a string of incoherent whimpers as tears streamed from the corners of her eyes like beads from a broken string.
Qin Hongmian stared blankly. Her body had gone completely rigid, yet her senses had never been sharper.
She could hear the ragged breathing inside the room, smell the sweet, wanton scent spreading through the air, and feel the heart in her chest pounding as if it were about to leap out.
Even more humiliating and terrifying, she could clearly feel an unfamiliar heat surging uncontrollably deep between her thighs, overflowing...
She... Just watching was enough to make her body react so shamelessly!
At last, after another storm of fierce thrusts, Lin Xuan let out a low groan and stopped, holding the woman in his arms, who had gone completely limp.
For a moment, the only sounds in the room were Gan Baobao's faint sobs and the pair's ragged breathing.
Qin Hongmian breathed a sigh of relief. She felt as if she had just been hauled out of the water, her back drenched in cold sweat. She was about to slip away quietly, ending this voyeuristic ordeal that had nearly shattered her composure.
But what happened next pinned her in place once again.
Lin Xuan gently lifted Gan Baobao off him and helped her sit against the edge of the bed.
Gan Baobao leaned against it, limp and dazed, clearly still recovering from that ultimate peak of pleasure.
Then, before Qin Hongmian's disbelieving eyes, Gan Baobao moved.
She slowly slid down from