In the service area of the highway, inside an RV resembling a shipping container.
Lin Fan was kneeling on the big bed, his hands grasping Chu Shiyuan's fair and tender waist. Her jade-like legs were positioned on his, as Iron Pestle slowly broke through layers of barriers. Chu Shiyuan's face was flushed, her lower lip tightly bitten, suppressing the moans from her mouth, but her heavy breaths made her even more alluring.
"You did well today, your reactions are just like the real thing."
As Iron Pestle directly struck gold, Lin Fan finally grasped Chu Shiyuan's full, tender breasts, smiling as he looked at her face, flushed with excitement. That mature womanly charm was incredibly beautiful.
"Actually, I think if you let me stab Old Nine today, maybe his men could beat Huo Ben to death."
