Yang Fan paid no attention to the conversation between the two women in the private room; he actually had a blast playing.
When he suddenly crouched down, he realized that this seemed like a perfect opportunity to take advantage.
Previously, when he had reached in, he had pushed Zhu Shanshan's light blue, floral-patterned panties to one side, and now, the beautiful Golden Valley was enthusiastically open to him.
The moist and sticky grass, adorned with droplets of dew glistening like a freshly rain-soaked meadow in spring, carried the refreshing aroma of fruitwood, instantly arousing the urge to taste its springtime freshness.
Although Yang Fan had been drugged by Zhu Shanshan twice before, he was already familiar with her interior.
But the exterior of the Golden Valley, he was truly seeing it for the first time today.
It was very pretty, possessing a tenderness not typical of her age, as if it had rarely experienced friction.
