After a brief rest, Wanqiu's cravings kicked in again.
She climbed atop Li Chen, settled herself, and instantly began to ride with abandon.
"Ah! It feels amazing! You little bastard, how can you be this damn good, like a wild bull, I fucking love it!"
She moved up and down, sometimes rocking from side to side.
Her eyes slightly narrowed, her face filled with bliss and intoxication, she screamed obliviously, moaning.
Seeing her like this, Li Chen couldn't hold back anymore, stealthily reached for his phone, turned on the recording feature, intending to fulfill his collection obsession.
Wanqiu was utterly inebriated.
After suppressing herself for a whole day yesterday, today she erupted, reveling without restraint.
After a while, she opened her eyes in comfort, planning to turn around, only to see Li Chen with a wicked smile, holding his phone, filming her.
"Ah! You little bastard! You're filming again..."
