"Ah... Ah…. So good! What is this feeling?!"
Zhu Mengyi moaned in pleasure as Su Yang pounded her little garden with his stiff rod, almost like how Alchemy Masters pound ingredients, but he was pounding flowers instead of herbs, stirring the slimy substances inside her belly.
Not even a minute had passed since Su Yang started moving his hips and she was already on the verge of spraying.
And her hands were tightly holding onto the handles on the cauldron below her, as she was afraid of falling off from the intense pounding.
"Ah… Ah… Stir my insides even more!"
An indescribable feeling of pleasure assaulted her body when Su Yang's rod touched the tip of her flower bud, sending a wave of intense thrill through her tender body, making her tremble slightly.
"Ah! Yes! Harder!"
