Mingshen panted hard. He saw the glow of sex and satisfaction lighting up Jia like a Christmas tree. Her face was slightly moist as she sucked in several deep breaths, yet her grip over his shoulders had remained as tight as ever.
Though he wished he could gawk at that fantastic miracle that Song Jia, alas, he couldn't - being more occupied with crossing his own threshold of ecstasy. He could barely hold onto his sanity anymore with each thrust short circuiting the lights of his own brain. His heart beats rose up to such a rapid rate that he thought he would collapse from a heart attack. The heat flexing through his muscles soared unbearable, throwing his own body temperature far off the tangent.
Sex was an amazing feeling.
