Though Lin Hao had toyed with her many times, and devoured her many times, each time brought a different pleasure.
Of course, this may be because they hadn't been together recently, leading the beauty to feel a little hungry for affection.
Fang Mengzhu felt a strong suction on her chest, the kind of pleasure that shook her to the core, like waves engulfing her.
At the same time, Lin Hao's hand grasped her other soft, proud snow summit, gently kneading it, while his fingers teased her tender nipples.
"Mm... Ah... Comfortable... Ah... Mm... Mm... Ah Mm..."
The beauty writhed and moaned, her soft snow peaks trembling.
Her small hand, beneath the water, tightly gripped the big rod and began stroking it, the flames of passion rising continuously.
Facing this first love, Fang Mengzhu felt her hidden affection and desire intertwine, gradually consuming her senses.
Through her moans, her delicate body continued to twist, the rich snow peaks shaking, her legs clenching tightly.
