Puchi! Puchi...
The beauty's delicate and tender flesh walls were hot and searing, tightly entwined around the thrusting, penetrating thick rod, creating joyous splashing sounds.
Lin Hao was sweating profusely, panting heavily, yet felt insatiable with his first love, as if he had endless energy, thrusting wildly.
The thick rod was gripped firmly and rubbed by the girl's tight secret path, enveloping it, with each thrust carrying a tremendous suction.
The pleasure made him tingle with delight each time he thrust, and the increasingly heavy thrusts brought the beauty to a peak of joy.
"Ah... Ooh... So comfortable... I'm dying... Ah... It's too good... Um... Ah..."
Fang Mengzhu's mournful, seductive, intermittent moans and whimpers rose and fell, like a captivating love song.
Accompanied by this frenzied, violent thrusting, the speed got faster and the thrusts more urgent, the beauty completely lost in the surging waves of desire and pleasure.
