Watching Song Yan's lost and forlorn expression, Zhao Chi couldn't help but burst into a "haha" of laughter, his hand caressing her perky butt.
Song Yan's moans grew louder and more impassioned, her delicate body convulsing rapidly with spasms. Even the sound of the faucet running water couldn't cover her lascivious moaning, which sounded especially crisp and pleasing.
Rapidly sucking in Zhao Chi's manhood, her body started convulsing even more violently under his forceful thrusting. The continuous flow, like a small spring, traveled down Zhao Chi's lower body into the swollen pouch, and then onto the half-taken-off cotton shorts, moistening a large area.
Caught in the ultimate pleasure, Song Yan subconsciously grabbed at things in the sink, her body forcefully slammed by Zhao Chi, causing half of her body to lean forward into the sink, her full and round breasts directly washed over by the faucet's stream.
