In the reception room, spring light was endlessly flowing.
Playing with the uniform-clad Su Yufei and Bai Xue in his palms, observing their uneven yet particularly full buttocks, Lin Fan was thoroughly enjoying himself. The two women's harmonious cooperation became increasingly skilled, and at this moment, he truly felt a happiness akin to that of an Emperor.
It was only after more than an hour that Lin Fan finally released his torrents like a river breaking its banks. He tightly hugged Bai Xue who was riding on top of him, resting his head between her ample bosoms, savoring the residual warmth.
Su Yufei then squatted down, picked up some wet wipes, and after withdrawing the Iron Pestle from Bai Xue's body, carefully cleaned up the final sanitation, especially not forgetting to lean over and lick the not-yet-flaccid Iron Pestle again and again. One must admit, she was indeed well-versed in the art of intimacy, and her considerate service almost made Lin Fan erupt once more.
