Outside the door, Emily listened to the panting of the two people inside. Without realizing it, her body grew hotter and weaker, and her own breathing began to quicken.
Under Han Shuo's onslaught, Phoebe swiftly reached the peak of pleasure. Her body felt weightless and limp, and in her dazed state, she had completely forgotten the shame of her position. Her moans gradually grew louder.
Like Emily, Fanny could hear the faint, mosquito-like panting even from her room far away. It left her deeply unsettled, and scenes of her own intimate encounters with Han Shuo kept surfacing in her mind. Whenever she thought of what Phoebe and Han Shuo were doing now, she felt both hurt and jealous.
These feelings mingled with an inexplicable anticipation, throwing Fanny's heart into such turmoil that she did not know what to make of it. All she knew was that she could not calm down, and her body and face were burning hot.
The moaning continued for a while before abruptly ending with a high cry. Emily, whose weak legs had left her leaning against the door, suddenly went limp and fell against it. Surprisingly, the door was not locked. She stumbled through and landed on her backside on the floor inside.
Her face crimson, Emily panted for breath, her full breasts trembling and rising and falling with each breath. Her bright eyes brimmed with expectant desire as she stared blankly at Han Shuo's naked, imposing body, tall and powerfully built like a demon god.
At that moment, Han Shuo had just lifted the limp, unconscious Phoebe off his lap. His lust-filled eyes suddenly fixed on Emily, who had blundered into the room. Having heard her movements long before, how could he not know she had been listening outside for quite some time?
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