Han Ling was like something sparked her into madness.
The shouts were so clear, the whole house could hear them all too well.
In the kitchen, Huo Hui, hearing those moans, blushed furiously as she cooked.
Inside the bedroom.
As the sun rose, the room brightened.
Slap slap slap.
The crisp sounds kept coming.
Han Ling, with her clothes half-off, squinting her watery eyes, leaned against the windowsill, her waist and butt forming a gorgeous curve.
The snow-white cheeks of her ass silently twisted and ground together.
She leaned forward, her nightgown's neckline sagging down, and one could vaguely see the snowy fullness beneath.
Without a bra underneath, her breasts hung full and heavy.
They shook violently in tune with the motion of her body.
"Good brother... you make your sister feel so good..."
"Mmm..."
Han Ling writhed passionately, her ass moving to the waves of pleasure, uncontrollably crying out.
