He Qianhui was passionately embraced, and she responded with equal fervor.
"Since the house needs renovations, then let's change everything from the inside out to new."
Qianhui, who was lying on the sofa, enjoyed Zhang Hao's thrusting rhythm.
"But that will... cost a lot of money, do we... mmm ah ah, still have that much?"
"Don't worry, I'll figure something out for this. How do you feel now?"
"Mmm mmm... harder, go deeper!"
As Qianhui spoke, she turned her head back, wanting to kiss Zhang Hao.
The two of them engaged in the most fundamental interaction between a man and a woman on the sofa, completely naked.
After dozens of frantic thrusts, Zhang Hao pulled out his "Golden Cudgel" and smacked it against He Qianhui's buttocks.
Watching his millions of descendants splash onto the snowy white buttocks.
And then slowly trickle downward.
Qianhui, still coming down from her pleasure, had especially sensitive nerves there, and the opening kept tightening and relaxing.
