"Aha..."
The heavy breathing and groaning were completely drowned out by the sound of rain. Ivy Song collapsed in Huo Zheng's arms, the red on her face still not fading.
The two fingers in the middle of her legs were slowly pulled out, leaving a strand of transparent stickiness. The bony fingers were wrapped in her fluids and looked crystal clear. The hem of her skirt, which was folded to the base of her legs, fell down, covering the honey dripping from the base of her legs.
The bun she had when she came was a little loose, and the scattered black hair fell on Huo Zheng's lips and nose, making him feel a little itchy, so itchy that even the tip of his heart felt like a feather was brushing against it.
"General Brandon..."
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