Liu Tingting was kneeling between Lin Hao's legs, her head bobbing up and down non-stop, her mouth working his Big Gold Stick with greedy, swallow-and-slurp strokes, the only sound in the room the slick "tz tz tz" of her lips sucking.
Lin Hao glanced down, saw his Big Gold Stick thrusting in and out of her mouth, stuffing her sweet cherry lips to bursting, her cheeks bulging out in a perfect round shape.
Suddenly, Liu Tingting pulled back, her lips releasing the tip, her dainty hands wrapping tight, rubbing his Big Gold Stick against her face, kissing it with hungry, wet lips.
In another moment, she began stroking again, her hand pumping up and down while her tongue flicked insistently at the hole at the tip, teasing and tormenting Lin Hao's desire.
A woman in her thirties, in her prime, Liu Tingting wasn't quite a goddess, but she was still a stunning beauty.
