Uhm! Ha! Ha! Chu!
Feng moaned as she felt the foreign, hot, and huge object enter her.
Her insides were squirming and clinging to this foreign object, slowly converting to his shape whether she liked it or not. The foreign object felt like a thick and long, piping hot metal rod that reached her deepest part and even poked out through her stomach once she saw what was coming.
Slap!
"Move your waist." Lu Zhen's handprint landed on her butt, and she couldn't help but nod her head meekly.
"Yes, Master."
Her hips became vigorous in a symphony to the raw pounding from behind her.
"Ha, ha, ha," soon she stopped her body movement, completely exhausted.
Lu Zhen frowned when he saw this.
"Why aren't you moving?"
