The barbecue joint was bustling, and the temperature inside was exceedingly high.
In the sultry space, under Su Fan's fierce thrustings, Wang Fei of course became even hotter and scorched.
Her entire body was dripping with fragrant sweat as if she were in a sauna.
She had no strength in her hands and could only weakly embrace Su Fan.
While Wang Fei could not muster any strength, Su Fan seemed to have an endless supply.
Wang Fei didn't know how many times she had been struck; all she felt was a constant, tearing pain shocking her nerves.
In winter, the weather is cold.
If you rub your hands together, the palms will warm up.
However, if you rub them too quickly, the palms will become scalding and slightly painful.
That's how Wang Fei felt at the moment.
And unlike rubbing her hands, when she could control the speed herself, now she couldn't control the pace at all.
All she could do was endure and suffer in silence.
