"Why are you hard again!"
On the big bed, Zhao Qianyue felt her breath still uneven, the initially soft dragon in her hand starting to rise again.
"Who told you to be so tempting? Seeing you without getting hard would be a disservice to you."
Lin Fan turned to the side, caressing her heaving chest, her face flushed with excitement, making her even more captivating.
"You don't have to do me such justice... Every time I get into bed with you... it feels like you're going to kill me!"
Watching Lin Fan climb back onto her, Zhao Qianyue helplessly said, "No wonder you have so many women, anyone who marries you would be in for a tough time."
"What, are you saying you're being tortured?"
Lin Fan licked his lips, breaking through the barrier with Iron Pestle, entering the narrow, slippery abyss once again, prompting Zhao Qianyue to involuntarily lift her hips, striving to let Iron Pestle go deeper.
