Like tinder meeting a spark, they ignited instantly, both drowning in a river of insatiable desire, wildly entangling, each yearning to enter the other's body until they fused into one.
A beautiful duet began, and they let themselves go completely. Wang Daniu tore off the bra, an impediment to human civilization, and sucked eagerly.
Wang Jiaojiao's bones melted from the stimulation, her mind fully enjoying these enchanting pleasures, as she rode on Wang Daniu's belly, wildly tossing her hair, dancing the horse-riding dance.
Boiling blood had scorched her; she had to release.
"Ah—"
Wang Jiaojiao's dry land had completely turned into a paddy field, thoroughly moistened, everything falling into place perfectly.
After a bout of panting, the flames in their hearts subsided, and Wang Daniu finally had the chance to ask, "What's really going on with you coming over here at this time?"
"Let me tell you, today that bastard from my home came back from the town."
