"I'm going to die," Li Fanghua screamed.
But Chen Mo had already been twisting his waist, rapidly thrusting forward.
The lewd sounds of wetness gushing and splashing around filled the private room with rhythmic and fast-paced slapping noises.
Accompanied by hurried breathing and moans, Chen Mo pressed Li Fanghua beneath him.
Her delicate and fair swan neck, her high breasts, a head of big waves, were all at Chen Mo's mercy to play with.
Without pausing, Chen Mo's movements at the waist started at a high speed right from the beginning.
Chen Mo was like a true beast, seeming never to tire, each thrust more ferocious than the last, making Li Fanghua's cries even more intense.
Li Fanghua beat on Chen Mo's shoulders, while Wan Qian, who was lying beside Chen Mo, was already in a trance.
Clearly, at this point, she was on the brink of ecstatic death from excess.
At any moment, she might collapse in exhaustion and weakness, just like Wan Qian.
