When Yang Fan thought he had already gained considerable knowledge, Zhang Yulan taught him a profound lesson.
Prior to this, Yang Fan could never have imagined that the joy of making love could be played out in such a manner.
She inadvertently opened the doors to a new world for Yang Fan.
Zhang Yulan turned around and leaned against the wall, stretching her arms straight ahead and lifting her buttocks, round as peaches, high in the air.
Yang Fan touched the moist Golden Valley once and then thrust in deeply into the Abyss.
Slap...
"Ah..."
Zhang Yulan moaned as her right hand landed on her own swaying fullness, roughly kneading.
Compared to her, Yang Fan's firmness could almost be described as gentle.
She pinched her own fullness so cruelly, almost squeezing those soft, fair buns together, leaving clear fingerprints on them.
The smacking sounds crisply arose.
While Yang Fan seriously enjoyed the service from Xiao Liu, he gradually quickened his pace.
