After more than a hundred thrusts, Lew Qingyi reached her climax.
At the same time, the jade dragon also began to erupt, its power was like a rocket with double the thrust, shooting her even higher as if their frequencies aligned, creating a greater resonance between them.
"Ah..."
Lew Qingyi's voice was high-pitched and fine, becoming higher and softer, stretching out long and long.
Chen Mo found her tennis mini-skirt incredibly arousing; wearing a skirt added to the pleasure, different from the contrived services at the club—this was on a whole other level.
The sisters were truly stunning, and they even had a fresh vibe that not even celebrities possessed.
Lew Qingyi wanted to fiercely grab onto Chen Mo's arms, but they were so thick she couldn't grasp them.
She kept trying, and in comparison to Chen Mo's arms, her hands seemed so small.
