8:00 AM.
Kasumi had just finished her exertions, now sprawled motionless across Roland body like a frog, panting heavily.
Their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces, deeply intertwined.
How deep? Let's just say her womb was brimming with "fresh semen" to the brim.
The overflow had transformed the entire bed into a filthy, chaotic chicken coop.
Fortunately, the experienced Roland had already kicked the blankets off the bed long ago, and even the bath towels that had initially covered them had vanished without a trace.
The only casualty was the bedsheet.
Kasumi's eyes were filled with pink hearts, her face radiating contentment. It seemed she had received unimaginable pleasure the night before.
Yes, unimaginable—truly beyond belief.
How could the act of lovemaking feel so incredible? She couldn't find the words to describe the sensation.
In short, it was pure bliss—utter, absolute bliss.
But "bliss" alone couldn't capture the depth of the pleasure she had experienced.
