In the spacious and luxurious living room.
Even the sofa weighing several hundred pounds wobbled and shifted under Sun Zhe's fierce thrusts, creaking loudly.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
"Sun Xiaozhe, you smelly man, be gentle..."
"You're going too deep!"
Ye Qiao knelt on the sofa cushion with her back to Sun Zhe, her elbows resting on the sofa's backrest, her fragrant long hair swinging wildly as she let out continuous cries of ecstasy.
Her sharp, beautiful blue nails almost scratched through the leather surface of the sofa.
At this moment, Sun Zhe was channeling energy into his Dantian, standing with his legs slightly apart in front of the sofa, tightly pressed against Ye Qiao's back. His large hands firmly cupped her soft, slender waist. Her perky peach-shaped derrière quivered like a heart, rippling under his abdomen's impact.
