The morning sunlight falls on the ground.
On the large bed, spring suddenly bursts forth.
Lin Fan, pressing down on Chu Shihan beneath him, shamelessly indulges in her overflowing abyss.
The tight narrowness, combined with her aloof face, makes the experience extremely pleasing.
Perhaps because separation is imminent, Chu Shihan also tries hard to clamp Lin Fan's waist tightly with her legs, enjoying the iron pestle thrusting left and right inside her body, under waves of pleasurable moans, until the white lava sweeps through the abyss, blazing into the body, and the two finally embrace each other, kissing passionately.
"When you go back to investigate, you must be extra cautious. I have a feeling that Zhao Chuanchun might have already noticed my secret moves and is just pretending not to know, so this operation needs to be even more concealed. Your temporary residence isn't safe anymore, it might be time to change places."
