Li Lalan seemed unable to wait any longer, wanting to reach out and grab Li Qiang's dilly-dallying arm.
Before she even got ready to move, the next second that icy object was ruthlessly stuffed in by Li Qiang, instantly filling her with a sense of fullness.
Li Lalan hummed in satisfaction, "Meng Meng..."
Lying next to her, Yao Meng's ears twitched, and she looked over in surprise.
There she saw Li Lalan with eyes tightly closed, her hands already kneading her enormous breasts, her little mouth slightly open and gently panting, her face flushed with arousal.
Yao Meng swallowed her own saliva, dying to pounce on Li Lalan and entangle with her, but with acupuncture needles in her body, she was completely immobilized, and could only turn to look at Li Qiang.
Li Qiang's face was serious, with no expression as he moved the glass rod in and out of Li Lalan, a large tent already pitched between his legs.
