Their positions at this moment were unequivocally enchanting.
Song Yu's ass was raised high, her body tilted back, her beautiful cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy with desire.
Li Chen was close behind her, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand kneading the full snowy peaks at her chest, his inner heat surging with impulse.
The engorged beast entered her delicate slit; under the fiery tight embrace, it felt even better—as if his soul could fly out. Without any hesitation, he powered through in one fell swoop, charging into the deepest depths.
Oh!
Accompanied by a sensation of warm tightness, Li Chen let out a comfortable moan, his body shivering.
Song Yu was not only enchanting in appearance, with a seductive figure, but her delicate Peach Blossom was also top-notch, a narrow One-Line Sky, both hot and tight inside.
Especially the flower core within, quivering like a cherry, sucking him tightly.
