It was night, the hour of the owls. Insects chirped, and bats flapped their wings.
The open field was occupied with hundreds of pitched tents spreading out to as far as the extreme end of the eastern wing of the field.
There was a tent that stood out among all the tents; it belonged to Yumi.
There were low s****l moans coming from the tent. The small oil lamp in the tent was dim but still enough for them to see each other's faces.
"Umm! Ahhh! Yumi moaned as Viran banged her from behind, her body following the rhythm of his thrust. Her breast slapping against her bare body, her hands clutching the bedsheet.
The sweat on their body glistened as the candle reflected on them and cast a blurry shadow on the tent walls.
Yumi was gasping breathlessly when they fell beside each other on the
