Lin Qian lay down on the bed.
Li Chen's burning manhood was already nestled in that Peach Blossom.
He switched positions, parted those beautiful legs, and immediately launched into a sprint.
"Brother, faster! Even faster!"
The afterglow of the peak had not yet fully dissipated.
Intense pleasure assaulted her again, wave after wave piling up, Lin Qian screamed incessantly, as if she had gone mad.
She was too comfortable.
During her years abroad, always alone, she could only reluctantly manage with her hands when desperation struck.
But that kind of pleasure was nothing compared to what the burning manhood brought her, not even in the same league.
She wished that burning manhood could stay inside her body forever.
Li Chen, too, was spurred on by her frenzy.
The bliss that permeated his body and soul nearly overwhelmed him; there was nothing but relentless charging.
