At this moment, Ma Xiaorong's moans were very loud. She seemed to have cast all cares aside, not minding at all that the person on the phone was her husband.
Letting out a breath, Chen Yang felt his scalp tingle from the stimulation. He thrust deep and hard, pulling her delicate pink flesh with him as glistening moisture flowed endlessly.
"Hmph, you slut," Chen Xiaoguang sneered, not believing her for a second. "The hospital director would be interested in you? Stop dreaming. I bet you got horny at work and are just playing with yourself. Hurry up and finish, then send me the money." After his cold words, he hung up.
"Mmm... Ahh... I'm... I'm going to die..." Ma Xiaorong's phone fell to the ground. Her eyes rolled back as she clung to Chen Yang, her small, delicate body flushing red.
With a loud cry, she bit into Chen Yang's shoulder, her entire body trembling and convulsing.
