*WARNING: MATURE CONTENT*
Rodey's tall and muscular body towered over Ying Yue so much that she could see nothing else but him. Anything beyond his large chest was obstructed.
When Rodey said real party, he meant it because right now, she was feeling as if she was being run over by a train. His large, thick, and twitching member was domineeringly pushing itself to her deepest part of his fantasies.
Yes, a fantasy. Rodey, who fucked numerous women, never thought of or imagined any fantasy. They were simply pure pleasure business. That's it.
But ever since he met Ying Yue and coincidentally kept on meeting her, the urge to have her under his arms grew stronger and stronger. He didn't know why he felt that way, but he wanted to have sex with her. He wanted to feel her pale skin against his own, he wanted to smother her pink lips, and he wanted his hot member to ram inside her hard and rough to hear her moans.
