From the living room to the sofa.
The two of them engaged in a thrilling battle.
After it was over.
Daisy Young lay sprawled on Dirk Carter's chest.
Breathing heavily, she said, "How are you so strong? People say there's no such thing as worn-out land, only an exhausted ox. Looks like that saying isn't accurate; you're an inexhaustible ox, and I'm the worn-out land. Every thrust feels like it's taking my life."
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
Dirk Carter asked with a smile.
Daisy Young spread her legs and said, "Not exaggerated at all. Look, it's swollen."
Dirk Carter reached out to touch it.
Showing off the sticky fluid, he said, "Why do I feel like the water is still flowing abundantly, endlessly, irrepressible."
"You're annoying; I wasn't like this before. Ever since being with you, I don't know what's happening; it feels like the floodgates open any moment, and now I have to wear a pad to work."
