Hearing Tu Ya's loud moans, it felt like only women like her could truly be happy.
After all, her family was rich, so even if she got married and started a family in the future, it was unlikely that the man would think she was too promiscuous.
In the face of money, anything was bearable.
Watching Tu Ya's twin large breasts swing up and down, Zhang Hao suddenly became interested.
He raised his hand and harshly slapped one of her breasts.
A moment later, a red mark appeared on her pale flesh.
Tu Ya was not angry, instead, she proudly thrust her chest out even more.
"Do it again, keep going."
Zhang Hao hadn't expected that Tu Ya also liked it rough as he repeatedly slapped her breasts hard.
He also pulled and shook her nipples.
The sounds of wetness from below and moaning from above never ceased; the whole car was filled with the ambiguous and licentious atmosphere of a man and a woman.
After a full forty minutes, Tu Ya clung to Zhang Hao, unable to stop shaking.
