a thousand petites and a hundred winks (idiom); a magnificent beauty

I put my sister-in-law flat on the bed, her clothes have fallen messy on the floor, her hair is messy on the pillow, her fair face has more flushed red, her breathing is constantly rapid, the corner of her mouth is slightly open and half open, her chest is undulating because of her violent breathing, perhaps she just exerted herself a bit violently, and she bites her lips in pain and did not cry out.She turned her back and didn't look at herself, perhaps because she didn't want to let herself see her pained expression.And I this time has been completely unable to care so some, tore open her pajamas, directly buried in her body, make forceful barbaric dry up, there is no so-called foreplay, body and mind have a kind of inexhaustible strength, just want to find a place to give vent to, and enjoy waving the heart of the boredom and dissatisfaction.Night into the latter half of the night, there is no sound of cars and movement outside, only the wind is moving, the curtains on the balcony were blown from time to time rolled, sometimes raised, and a few steps away from the bed, their own pressure on a woman's body, tireless plowing.