"Oh... so good... this feels amazing... little brother... you're the messenger of warmth... the angel of joy... oh... it's just too blissful..."
"Ah... deeper... it's like my heart is being pushed out... uh... such a happy feeling... I've really lived these years in vain... oh... how come I didn't meet you sooner..."
"Ah... If I had met you earlier... oh... I definitely wouldn't have married that bastard... oh... I want to be your woman... oh..."
Under Tang Feng's manipulation, Pipi cried out, her voice weeping and plaintive, recounting her joy and misfortune.
Sweat soaked her hair.
The messy hair, sticking to her flushed cheeks, looked even more seductive.
Her chest, with two large breasts spreading out to each side, rolled wantonly with the violent shaking of her body.
It was quite a sight to behold.
This woman, she's got the figure, the looks, and the temperament, yet she was neglected to this extent.
