The beauty's wet, sticky mound twisted the dark hair into a messy braid, and the contracting hole continuously oozed nectar, seeping out along the crevice of the big stick.
Her flat, smooth stomach contracted and released, pulling the secretive muscles below, exerting a powerful suction force as if trying to drain Lin Hao dry.
"Ah... so comfortable... ah... hubby... ah... I can't take it anymore... oooh oooh oooh..."
Fang Mengzhu clung tightly to Lin Hao, panting and moaning beside his ear, clearly releasing quite a bit of honey-like love fluid, feeling a bit exhausted.
After the wave of impact, Lin Hao felt extremely comfortable, holding her as they sat on the sofa, with the big stick still within the beauty's secret path.
It seemed he couldn't bear to leave the lovely fairy for even a moment.
Fang Mengzhu's legs were bent, kneeling on either side of Lin Hao's thighs, her rounded peach sat between the man's crotch, her soft dark hairs mingling with his.
