On the open-air balcony on the third floor of the villa.
Above their heads, a crescent moon hung high in the sky.
The faint moonlight showered over the snowy-white, exquisite body, twisting weakly as it lay draped over the railing.
Han Meng's eyes were brimming with tears, her ample bosom pressed against the railing, flattened somewhat out of shape.
Her slender body shook violently.
Behind her, the stocky young man toiled away, thrusting diligently.
Because they were on an open balcony, Han Meng dared not yell without restraint for fear of being heard by nearby neighbors.
She could only cover her mouth with the back of her hand, trying her best to endure.
But with each thrust, when that ferocious length entered, hitting her deepest core, waves of oceanic pleasure almost made her lose control.
She wanted to scream out loud.
Waves of pleasure assaulted her, leaving her in a delirious state of confusion.
It was too beautiful…
She felt as if she had soared into the clouds.
