"Doctor Li, isn't it over yet?"
Suddenly, Luo Ruoling's delicate body shook violently, her clenched teeth could no longer hold back, and she cried out.
The Silver Needle was stuck in a private place, causing a ticklish and unbearable sensation.
Once again, such a shameful position.
Stimulation had reached its peak.
That arched place of temptation overflowed wave after wave.
Clear dew flowed from the delicate slit, and the tender rosebud not far away was wet, glimmering with an inviting luster.
"Mmm! Ah! So hot! It feels like it's going to burn up inside! Ah!"
The sound of ecstasy rose again.
Li Chen snapped to attention, his eyes flushed with arousal, suddenly cleared somewhat.
Staring at that place, which was overflowing like a waterfall of temptation, he felt his mouth dry and his tongue parched.
