Cecilia's friction became more and more pleasurable, and a sensation of flowing liquid kept coming from below until... she couldn't hold it in anymore and squirted.
"Mmm ah..." Cecilia moaned seductively, her ample pussy gushing out copious amounts of honey, drenching Lin Shuang's entire face.
It was hard to imagine that the leader of the Netherworld Army, one of the twenty Demon Gods of the Dark World, His Royal Highness the Demon King, was now being ruthlessly humiliated by Cecilia.
The intense contrast only made Cecilia feel more stimulated.
"Cecilia... you're courting death... when I recover, you're finished..." Lin Shuang warned with his last bit of rationality.
"Still talking tough?" Cecilia firmly sat her entire buttocks on Lin Shuang's face.
Lin Shuang nearly suffocated under her sweet peach buttocks.
He could smell the sweet fragrance of the woman's peachy buttocks.
Foreign women's peachy buttocks are fuller, and they naturally smell sweet.
