On the big bed in the bedroom.
Lin Wenwen lay limply, her pale body twitching occasionally.
Her long, beautiful legs were spread apart.
In the middle.
The pure and fatty land, already very tender, became even more enchanting under the glistening liquid.
Especially that charming slit, the tender petals slightly parted, exceedingly tempting.
Below her body, the bedsheet.
Had been soaked with lusty juices and, during the frenzy of their union, it crumpled up, quite a mess.
On that messy bedsheet, you could see several splendid red blooms.
Those were Lin Wenwen's fallen blossoms.
And they were Tang Feng's masterpieces.
No one knew what the future held.
But on this day, Tang Feng had become the first man in Lin Wenwen's life.
Lin Wenwen gasped heavily, her face flushed and her eyes misty.
The afterglow of her climax kept her enthralled, unable to extricate herself.
