"Puff puff puff puff..."
The dense sound of impacts echoed endlessly within the cave.
On the stone bed.
Sun Zhe knelt with his legs wide open, shouldered two snow-white jade pillars wrapped in translucent white silk. His large hands, like iron clamps, forcefully gripped the slender white waist, aggressively thrusting until the white waves beneath him quivered.
Feeling the tight, moist, and hot sensation through Little Sun Zhe, Big Sun Zhe occasionally gasped up to the sky with an expression of ecstasy, as if even his soul was being absorbed.
"Qingyan, how do you feel now?"
He lowered his head, gazing at the white paste piled into circles by Little Sun Zhe's head amidst the black velvet. His fiery eyes showed a hint of tenderness as he softly inquired.
"Mmm mmm..."
