Ye Jian's tight pink yin cauldron clamped down around his pistoning shaft like a velvet vice, milking him desperately with every contraction.
Fresh floods of her sweet nectar squirted out around his thick girth, spraying messily with each impact of his hips against her soaked entrance.
The lewd, wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh lewd sound.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
The erotic music echoed through the room alongside her unrestrained cries.
Lin Feng's pace was steady yet devastating, his muscular hips driving forward with controlled power.
Sweat glistened on his broad chest and abs as he loomed over her, eyes dark with lust and possessive hunger.
One hand slid down to grip her hip firmly, angling her body so he could reach even deeper, while the other gently brushed sweat-dampened strands of hair from her blissful face.
"That's it, Jian'er… come again for me," he growled, his voice low and husky.
"Let me feel how much your body needs me."
