"I can't take it! I can't take it anymore, I'm going to lose it!~" She cried out, her flower path convulsing as a huge puddle of fluid gushed from the depths of her pussy. Her toes curled, and her whole body trembled with pleasure.

Su Moqi stroked his penis faster, as if trying to wipe off a layer of skin, and the sound of rapid panting filled the huge room.

"I'm with you!"

"Aah!-"

A high-pitched female voice came from the phone, and he knew that she must've had an orgasm just then.

Her pussy, when she climaxed, would cling to his penis snugly and not let go, and the layers of flesh would wrap around him tightly...

"Mmmm!" With a muffled grunt, Su Moqi closed his eyes in pleasure, and a thick white turbid liquid ejected from his cock.

"I feel so good!" After her orgasm, Han Qianya collapsed on the bed, not even bothering to lift a finger.

"Mmh, it was certainly good." His voice was a little raspy, and he looked at the accidentally soiled computer table with a little chagrin, "I'm sorry, I accidentally got it on you."

"What?" She didn't react in time. It seemed like he had just said something inexplicable. "We had phone sex, how could you get it on me?"

Su Moqi took out a tissue and gently wiped the photo frame that was accidentally stained with semen.

When he ejaculated just now, he didn't control the direction properly and actually shot on her photo.

"Oh, it's nothing."

Thinking of something, he asked, "You're watching porn in your room at night and screaming so loudly, don't your parents care?"

"My parents are both on a business trip and won't be back until next Sunday!" she replied.

"Well, it's no wonder you dare to shout so lewdly. Now that we have developed to this point, you still refuse to tell me your school and class?"

Han Qianya bit her lip and hesitated. "No, we won't meet in reality anyway, so there's no need to know so much about each other!"

Su Moqi hooked his lips into a shallow smile, and a hint of playfulness flashed across his captivating face.

If she said it wasn't going to happen, did it really mean it wasn't going to happen?

"Mmh, okay, if you insist."

He paused and looked askance at the puddle of thick liquid on the floor, "Since I said I'd compensate with a couple of orgasms, are we still on for tomorrow?"

Though a little shy, Han Qianya stammered, "Well, tomorrow night at this time?"

"It's getting late. Don't you have class tomorrow? Get some rest."

They chatted for a while before hanging up the phone.

The consequence of being too passionate the night before was that when Han Qianya got on the bus to go to school, she almost couldn't keep her eyes open.

All the way, she half-opened her eyes in a daze, her gaze unfocused and distant, looking completely tired and lifeless and without any vitality.

The bus swayed all the way, and she couldn't sleep well. Suddenly, she heard some commotion coming from the three girls sitting in front of her. They were excitedly discussing something.

"Classmate, can we change seats?" the girl sitting beside her asked.

Han Qianya lazily lifted her eyelids and glanced at her with a lazy expression, "Hm?"

Why did she suddenly ask to change seats?

Seeing the girl nervously looking out of the window, Han Qianya followed her gaze.

The traffic light was red.

Next to the bus, there was a low-key and luxurious black Bentley parked. The backseat window was slightly open, revealing a face that could be described as stunning and breathtaking!