After Ma Juan's squirting climax, her whole body felt as though it had been completely drained of energy.
She lay limp on the bed, her eyes filled with a dazed, dreamlike expression.
The sensation of relieving a long drought with sweet rain left her feeling utterly blissful.
The exhaustion and frustration weighing on her seemed to vanish entirely in that moment.
Once she collected herself, she playfully slapped Chen Bin lightly.
With a coquettish tone, she said, "Brother Bin, you're so bad, you made me spurt everywhere."
Looking at Ma Juan, whose face was glowing like a blossomed peach, Chen Bin pressed forward, continuing to gyrate his hips.
"This is just the beginning—I'm going to make up for all the time you've missed!"
Although Ma Juan had regained clarity, her body was still in the throes of ecstasy.
Faced with Chen Bin's ferocious thrusts, her whole being melted into softness.
Struggling to sit upright, she clung tightly to Chen Bin like an octopus.
