Miao Xiaotu's pajama pants immediately became wet, followed by the thin quilt beneath her beautiful hips.
But at this moment, she was too powerless to care about the quilt getting soaked.
Her whole being was immersed in a kind of happiness she had never experienced before.
Her body seemed to be like flower petals crushed and thrown into the sky, then enveloped by sunlight and dew, washed by strong winds and heavy rain.
Numbness, pleasure, comfort, itch, fulfillment, satisfaction—
These sensations multiplied by hundreds and thousands rushed into the depths of her soul.
Under this enormous impact, she even felt that it was worth dying at this moment.
Meanwhile, Liu Sanming watched Miao Xiaotu, whose body was spasming and tense, and his right arm broke free from her grip.
Suddenly, he thrust twice fiercely at her waist and hips!
Poof—
Another spray of water splashed out, causing his crotch to tremble for a while!
