Waiting and waiting, Zhu Run saw several minutes pass, and Li Nanhu and Sun Yuanyuan hadn't left yet, so she couldn't wait any longer.
She felt unbearably wet below, having just felt comfortable with the big stick inserted, only to stop suddenly, which she disliked.
Zhu Run lay beside Liu Sanming's ear, lightly biting his earlobe, whispering, "Sanming, move quickly, can we make the motions smaller? I'm dying of impatience, can't take it anymore."
Liu Sanming's stick was as hard as iron, and he was also finding it unbearable.
But he feared that if he moved, the car would shake, and the two outside would notice.
Seeing Zhu Run constantly urging, Liu Sanming could only hold Zhu Run's plump buttocks with both hands and start to gently thrust.
Though the movements were small, the stick was large and hard, and the collision with the flower heart made Zhu Run feel immensely comfortable.
