Zhou Ruoxue, in her everyday appearance, was already the epitome of purity. When she actively gyrated and conformed, the sensory stimulation she emitted was often far more intense than that of other women, to an unimaginable degree.
Chen Mo submerged his 'little Chen Mo' completely into Zhou Ruoxue's mysterious zone. Clutching her shoulders and thrusting forward, Zhou Ruoxue's cries grew increasingly high-pitched.
She arched her neck, feeling as if Chen Mo's thrust had opened every single pore on her body.
Watching in the mirror, Zhou Ruoxue saw the intertwined figures of herself and Chen Mo, her heart's indescribable feelings as she gazed at Chen Mo's face.
She knew only that she was extremely happy. Even if happiness was fleeting, Zhou Ruoxue simply wanted to enjoy every minute and every second of the present.
Chen Mo had one hand on Zhou Ruoxue's shoulder, while the other slapped her perky buttocks.
