Oh...
Although Dong Qian was still asleep, when that fiery firmness entered her body from behind, she instinctively reacted, emitting a series of moans.
The fatty clam-like flesh between her legs began to ooze droplets of moisture.
The flower path was already a mire, which conveniently facilitated Tang Feng's thrusting.
Dong Qian wasn't just pretty, but she also had a good figure.
Especially those long, slender legs, so pale and enticing that one couldn't help but want to play with them.
Tang Feng pressed his body against Dong Qian's from the back.
His hand landed on her full breasts, kneading them without restraint.
Dong Qian kept her eyes closed, her neck slightly arched, continuously emitting a series of enchanting and melodious sounds from her throat.
Her tall body writhed in time with Tang Feng's thrusting.
"Oh... oh..."
Tang Feng worked hard tilling the fertile ground, bringing Dong Qian waves of pleasure.
