She rose and fell in a whirlpool of pleasure, crying out and begging for mercy, yet unconsciously wrapped her legs tighter around him, pressing that shameful place even deeper.
Feeling Zhong Ling's passage clench violently around him and her love juices grow as scalding as boiling water, Lin Xuan knew she had reached her limit.
"Ling'er, come!"
He growled, clasped her slender waist tightly with both hands, and held nothing back, launching into his final thrusts like a pile driver.
Each thrust was as swift as lightning and heavy as a thousand jun!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Brother Xuan... I'm going to fly... Ah—!!!"
Amid a string of shrill screams that seemed to pierce the clouds, Zhong Ling's body suddenly went rigid. Her tight passage convulsed and clenched wildly, and gushes of scalding liquid poured out, soaking the head of his manhood.
Under the extreme tightness and squeezing, Lin Xuan could no longer control himself. With a low growl, he poured his hot essence deep inside her.
After a long while, the wind and rain finally stopped.
The room remained filled with a lingering, amorous warmth.
Zhong Ling lay limp as a puddle, like a lazy little cat, obediently nestled in Lin Xuan's arms.
Her body was covered in marks left by their lovemaking. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her eyes and brows were filled with the charm and satisfaction of a woman who had just given herself to a man.
Listening to Lin Xuan's strong heartbeat, she felt a sense of security and happiness unlike anything she had ever known.
From tonight onward, she was Brother Xuan's woman.
Chapter 178: The Persian Three Envoys?
Morning.
The room still seemed to hold the warm, intimate scent of the night before.
Zhong Ling felt as if she had just awakened from