"Oh, well, good luck to you." The three shook their heads and left in a casual manner. Kenneth Hall looked at their retreating figures, feeling indignant, and sneezed again.
Although the place was located in the tropics, it was already late at night, and the sea breeze was quite cold. Kenneth shivered but still didn't want to leave so soon, so he hid in the bushes.
"Why are there so many mosquitoes?" He waved his hands and crouched cautiously, his neck almost stretching out—
Those two bastards, why aren't they coming yet!
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In the bathroom.
After a round of ecstasy, two exhausted people were resting by the edge of the bathtub.
Robert Thomson's soft lips were rolling and sucking hers. It seemed like he was treating her as a feast, slowly invading her inner lips, his agile tongue rudely prying open her slightly parted teeth, looking for her restless small tongue, enticing her tongue to dance.
