At the same time, he was acutely aware of the very perky breasts against his buttocks.
Instantly, an extreme stimulation began to resonate within the depths of Chen Mo's heart.
Chen Mo started to thrust faster and more relentlessly.
He was determined to ensure that with each thrust, the tip of his dragon reached the deepest spot.
Because only in this way could he bring Jing Jing the ultimate pleasure.
And Jing Jing's head had already started swaying non-stop.
"So good... I'm about to die of pleasure... faster..."
Jing Jing's movements became quicker and quicker.
Clearly, the girl was on the verge of reaching her final climax.
At this time, other than thrusting with more force, what else could Chen Mo do?
The secret garden was also producing more and more fluid.
She spread her legs wide, and as Chen Mo's mighty dragon thrust in and out, the moist fluids continuously wetted the whole bedsheet.
Even the sounds of squelching could be heard.
