He Qianhui was immersed in pleasure, hardly paying attention to anyone else.
"Mmm... ahh, I'm almost there, hubby, faster, harder."
Zhang Hao, as if hearing a victory horn, increased his thrusting speed once again.
Who knew how many times he went at it, but at last, he erupted inside He Qianhui's body like a volcano.
He Qianhui, panting heavily, shifted her position, her undulating breasts constantly expressing a sense of desire.
"Twice, is that enough?" Zhang Hao asked knowingly.
"Of course not, I want more in a bit, get me a glass of water, I'm dying of thirst."
"Where are you thirsty, how much water do you need?"
A hint of reproach was in He Qianhui's eyes.
"You're just teasing me on purpose. Besides this mouth up here, where else is thirsty?"
Zhang Hao chuckled, his eyes signaling to her, of course, the other mouth between her legs.
She collapsed on the couch, motionless, even her voluptuous legs splayed open slightly.
