"Ah... you little rascal... you're so hot."
Zhu Yan's slender waist swayed like a soft water snake, her hands reaching above her head to tug at her hair, as if she had completely surrendered.
Seeing her enraptured expression, Sun Zhe knew she had been completely ignited and suddenly found it quite challenging.
"If the butterfly sheds tears tonight, I will undoubtedly be fully exposed!"
"Yan'Er, take it easy."
Zhu Yan ignored him, acting obliviously, suddenly leaning forward to lie on top of him, letting her full weight rest on him, burying his face between her curves without worrying if he'd suffocate.
"Ah ah ah..."
"I can't take it!"
After a frenzy of writhing, Zhu Yan could no longer hold back. She suddenly rose, lifted her snowy hips, and deftly reached down to grasp the heat, using it to grind against her already dripping sweetness.
Moments later.
