Qin Rong climaxed so hard she sprayed, but Song Tian was still standing tall, unfinished.
And Qin Rong wouldn't even let him touch her, a simple touch sent her shivering like she'd been electrocuted, her secret crevice still leaking essence, draining her till her face went pale.
Song Tian, scared shitless, dared not touch her again, fearing she'd end up like Shao Qizhong before, catching the bed frenzy.
Qin Rong didn't dare linger, recovering just a bit of strength before she dressed up and headed out.
But with every step, the fiery ache between her legs reminded her, not only was she badly swollen, but her belly also throbbed incessantly. The man was too much; she feared a good long rest was in order.
Song Tian wanted to walk her out, but she refused whatever he said, terrified he couldn't resist screwing her one more time.