The tight, neglected secret passage, unfucked for so long, once again welcomed Lin Hao's thick, sturdy beast, instantly filling the beautiful CEO's lonely and empty heart.
Right now, Liao Jiarong had already lost the ability to think, moving purely on instinct, riding him up and down, each time lifting her ass high before slamming back down.
Through this endless rhythm of thrusting, a wild sound of wet slapping echoed from where they were joined, his huge pole and her fragrant garden already soaked through with their fluids.
With every stroke, her tender and slippery inner walls sucked tightly, as if trying to drain his cock dry, that intense suction sending Lin Hao flying with pleasure—he finally let go of all restraint.
He fiercely kneaded her full, soft snowy peaks, kneading her breasts into every shape, the plump flesh spilling between his fingers, thoroughly satisfying his hunger to conquer.
