Before long, He Qianhui's loud moans and Zhang Hao's deep, angry roars were almost simultaneously coming from inside the bathroom.
He Qianhui's eyes were hazy as she looked at herself in the mirror.
With every thrust of Zhang Hao's body forward, her breasts would sway back and forth.
The pink cherries, so tender they could drip water.
In her mind, she imagined that place being entered and exited by a rod as thick as a child's arm.
At that point, He Qianhui had completely lost her rationality, her whole being immersed in carnal desire.
About half an hour later, the two emerged from the bathroom.
Seeing that it was still early, they rested briefly before going out to eat supper, replenishing the energy they had expended that day.
The seaside night was filled with the salty scent of the wind.
"This time out for some fresh air, I didn't stand you up, and boy did you wear me out today."
