When Yang Fan was riding hard in the bathroom, with the water splashing about, the echoing throb of intense electronic music was accompanied by the licentious moans in the private room, where the cries of several women rose and fell in a tangled chorus.
Old Zhou had also begun to completely let himself go.
In the realm of unrestrained pleasure, he was truly a veteran connoisseur.
He was game for anything, be it lewd or innocuous, with a policy of never turning anyone away and doing whatever pleased him.
In the restroom, Yang Fan had Wang Zhaodi climb down from the washbasin and turn around to brace herself against the toilet.
Approaching from behind was a different kind of thrill, making the young girl's body seem even tighter.
"Ah..."
"Ah..."
Wang Zhaodi's cries grew more urgent with the increasing pace of Yang Fan's movements, as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button.
