Upon hearing this, He Qianhui couldn't help but let out a silvery laugh and then entwined with Zhang Hao, pressing her lips against his, beginning a reckless invasion.
Her tender little tongue desperately explored Zhang Hao's mouth as if she wanted to swallow him whole.
Zhang Hao's response was equally intense, with a male's assertive strength.
Gradually, that peach-colored nightgown was lifted to her waist.
He Qianhui didn't have the habit of shaving, so the hair there was very lush, and the internet often says a woman's strong sexual desire is connected with the abundance of hair down there.
He Qianhui proved it.
Within the dark forest lay a secluded valley, and within that valley, there flowed a stream, inexhaustible, needing something to plug it.
He Qianhui spread her legs, exposing her most private area.
She desperately hoped Zhang Hao could satisfy her.
