"Xiao Yang, spare me, I really can't take it anymore! My soul is about to fly away, and my body doesn't even feel like my own... Stop moving... ah..."
Just moments ago, Lu Hanyan had climaxed three times. Engulfed by tsunami-like waves of pleasure, the suffocating sensation made her feel as if her soul was about to leave her body. She truly couldn't take it anymore and could only beg Chen Yang for mercy.
If he continued, she had an ominous premonition that even if he didn't fuck her to death, she'd definitely be left half-dead. She was incredibly grateful that Xiao Huiyun had snuck in that night to help bear the brunt of Chen Yang's overwhelming intensity. Otherwise, if she had been all alone, she didn't dare to imagine the state Chen Yang would have fucked her into.
"Sister Han Yan, are you already at your limit? You sounded like you were having a great time just now."
