The one man and three women in the room did not notice Fang Jiayun.
Or they noticed her, but didn't care about her peeking.
At this moment, Sun Zhe was like an enthusiastic puppy, unable to stop at all.
The high frequency of thrusts almost created afterimages, as if there was an electric motor in his waist.
Kneeling on the bed, Lin Yingchun frowned and moaned softly, her teeth biting her lip, her face full of pain as she continuously shook her head, her long hair wildly flinging, looking exceptionally beautiful and poignant.
Even though Li Shiyan tried to kiss and comfort her occasionally, it couldn't alleviate the "piercing pain" she was experiencing!
Suddenly.
All the strength seemed to drain from Lin Yingchun's body, and her arms, which were straight against the bed, softened as she directly collapsed onto Li Shiyan.
Li Shiyan took the opportunity to hold her tightly.
