Pain and pleasure were transforming within Sister Yun's body, a marvelous process.
Once she became accustomed to the size, endless pleasure followed.
Sister Yun was the most extraordinary woman Chen Mo had ever encountered, something that could not be measured by mere physical metrics.
It was only now that Chen Mo could roughly discern her age, who was actually a bit younger than Lew Qingyi.
Both were at the pinnacle of womanhood, but Sister Yun felt even more refreshing; don't be fooled by her softness, it was this exact gentleness that struck directly at the heart, from head to toe she was impeccable.
She wasn't actually old, so where did Sister Yun's charm come from?
Chen Mo lightly grasped her jade arm and drew it back gently; Sister Yun tilted her head upward, her chest jutting forward.
Her soft moans were melodious, each sound she made was like a song.
