Mengzhu's two plump, juicy, tender snatches had gone all these years without anyone tasting them; inside, so much nectar had been secreted.
Lin Hao's tongue acted as if it had a mind of its own, brushing back and forth along that slit. The tip of his tongue slowly pushed deeper, gliding across more soft flesh, teasing even more sensitive spots.
This top-notch service brought her an incomparable rush of pleasure, hitting her right in her soul, her body's every cell seemed to be cheering and jumping with joy.
The beauty pressed Lin Hao's head firmly with both hands, steadying her trembling, delicate frame. Her little mouth hung open, letting out captivating, soul-shaking moans. Her upper body shuddered every so often, and her big, tender tits trembled nonstop.
Lin Hao's tongue slid and stroked up and down, feeling the overlapping layers of soft flesh inside, making her pussy secrete even more nectar, which slowly leaked out.
