"I'm dying... I'm going to die..."
Kneeling on the bed, Liu Lingfei kept moaning.
The powerful thrusts made her feel as if her soul was about to fly out of her body.
Lin Fan, gripping her plump and perky buttocks tightly, continued to drive the Iron Pestle deeper into the exceedingly tender Abyss.
Listening to her groans mixed with pain, it was so wonderful at that moment.
Especially accompanied by her convulsions, the already swollen Abyss continued to contract; this feeling was truly marvelous.
"So, how do you find my service?"
Looking at Liu Lingfei collapsed like a puddle on the bed, Lin Fan jokingly nudged her full buttocks.
"Naughty... Now I understand... you actually have the capital to be a playboy..."
Liu Lingfei, gasping for breath, turned her head mournfully and sighed weakly, "Whoever becomes your wife will probably end up tired to death by you, so I think I'll just sneak around and use you."
"You're overthinking it."
