In the dark night, human hormones secrete stimulating signals at a high speed. It is understandable that the initial exercise brings pleasure to men. The raindrops outside the door and window pattered on the window, and the jade beads rolled down. No matter how loud the thunderstorm was, it could not stop the man on the big bed in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. The woman's repeated movements, the ambiguous light of the night table lamp, shines on the man's rising and falling back muscles, with clear wheat-colored skin and healthy color. The man's hands are tightly clasping the woman's waist and abdomen, unable to move. The movements below him do not stop at all. His rough features and resolute face are filled with sweat beads.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
