The enormous Iron Pestle completely filled her little mouth.
The feeling of almost suffocating made her want to retch, but she couldn't escape.
In the end, she could only comply with Lin Fan's demands and lick back and forth with her fragrant tongue.
Faced with such an obedient maiden, Lin Fan naturally wouldn't overlook her slightly swollen pinkness.
As he continuously invaded with his fingers, the moaning sounds coming from her nose excited him even more.
He directly pulled the swollen Iron Pestle out of her little mouth, then went to the table, lifted one of her beautiful legs, and inserted it from behind into the overflowing Yao Spring.
"Ah... It hurts... It really hurts... I'm not even your wife... can't you be a little gentler?"
Feeling the Iron Pestle thrusting back and forth inside her body.
Sun Wanqi, who was bending over with her buttocks, couldn't help but wail.
"How about I stop now?"
