"Aaaooh… so good… aahhh… I can't take it… ahh… climax… mm… ahh…"
Endless waves of pleasure gradually engulfed Fang Mengzhu's mind, her moans turning wild and captivating.
Her eyes were half-closed now, the scene in her gaze seemingly shattering into fragments, her face flushed with a shy blush due to excitement.
Lin Hao looked at her, tempted to bite her cheek deeply, to kiss her fiercely.
Their point of collision, too intense, sent silver essence splattering, filling the room with an indulgent atmosphere.
Lin Hao glanced down at his sturdy rod, noticing tender red flesh drawn out with each withdrawal.
As he thrust again, he forcefully pushed the soft meat back inside.
The tender cherry lips opened and closed like a little mouth sucking water, persistently drawing in his rod, seemingly eager to drain him dry.
Lin Hao gazed again at the tempting first love, his body flooded with passion and affection, unable to stop himself from kissing her lush lips.
