Wang Ping was using such a shameful toy in front of her own husband, Luo Feng, for the first time. Whether from its size or its designed function, it was definitely enough to make any woman blush and get her heart racing at a glance.
Right now, Wang Ping was enjoying that huge, shameful black object, lost in a haze of lust. Using it, she thought of Chen An—she couldn't understand why, but she always had this feeling that because this thing inside her was so wicked and embarrassing, it constantly led her to fantasize about Chen An's size.
But Wang Ping wasn't completely out of her senses at the moment. She knew that the person bringing her joy was her own husband, Luo Feng.
Luo Feng, looking at Wang Ping's lust-drunk face, didn't know what was going on in her mind, but he grew more and more impatient on her, as if he couldn't wait for Wang Ping to give him more surprises in such a state.
