"Huff, puff, huff."
Zhao Tienan's movements grew increasingly wild, ravaging the twin peaks with abandon.
The ultimate softness and tightness were simply irresistible to him.
Cao Lei shut her eyes tightly, the stimulation on her chest gradually making her lose herself, and she began to fiercely match Zhao Tienan's movements.
She felt her chin constantly being pushed up, accompanied by a male scent that drove her mad with desire.
It was intense, yet mysterious.
After about twenty minutes, calm returned to the room.
Cao Lei gasped heavily, lying on the bed covered in fragrant sweat.
Zhao Tienan kindly helped her wipe her messy face, both immersed in the madness just now, feeling as if their meridians were completely open.
"Zhao, you really can't judge a book by its cover. How many girlfriends have you had before? How do you know so much?"
Cao Lei suddenly turned around, fixed her gaze on Zhao Tienan, and asked with an obvious hint of jealousy.
