Gu Xing's body was still not fully dry, so when she clung to Zhang Hao, she inevitably felt a bit chilly.
It was precisely because of this chill that Zhang Hao became even more lucid.
He had only met Gu Yue a few days ago, and they had already ended up in bed together.
Gu Xing, with her not-so-large breasts, pressed them tightly against Zhang Hao's sorrow, where blush and nerves were most abundant, feeling the blazing heat from the man.
"Ah ah... don't stop... it feels so good, a little harder!"
Gu Yue was indulging in pleasure, her body more famished than at any other time.
It was only after soaring to the clouds once more that Gu Yue finally let out a long breath.
When she descended from the clouds, Gu Yue realized that between her legs, there was a slight swelling discomfort, and when she reached down to touch, it was damp and sticky.
"Sister, you've had your pleasure, now it's my turn."
