Under the dual assault of Li Qing and Sister Hu, Lu Furong gradually got into the mood.
Later on, she was no longer content with being pinned underneath Li Qing.
Instead, she actively flipped over and, astride Li Qing, rode him fiercely as if spurring a horse with a whip.
At the same time, she did not forget to pull Sister Hu into a bout of play.
Only, Lu Furong's play seemed more like revenge.
She kissed Sister Hu's mouth, suckled on her full bosom, and now set her sights on the area below.
"Cousin, you said you'd cooperate with me, right? Now lie down beside him and spread your legs open, I want to play with you there," Lu Furong said, swaying vigorously back and forth.
"Ah? That position is really shameful," Sister Hu, who usually played wilder than Lu Furong, rarely showed shyness.
"Shameful? Do you know how ashamed I was when you two did that to me earlier? I was almost driven mad with embarrassment, hurry up!" Lu Furong shouted fiercely.
