in the bathroom.
Facing the mirror, the two of them were deeply in love and their breathing was chaotic.
Especially sang Xia, one of the straps on her shoulder had already slipped off, revealing half of her graceful and delicate trembling. Both her hands were tightly shackled from behind, and she was taken in a very strong, domineering, and wild posture.
The overlapping figures in the mirror were blurry.
It trembled slightly.
The muffled voice sounded again and again.
Sang Xia's fair and delicate skin was stained with an alluring blush. She was getting deeper and deeper in the wild yet gentle attack.
Rong Zhan nibbled on her slender and fair neck, her beautiful and charming back.
The numbing feeling made him shiver.
