Beneath the grapeless arbor, a pair of tender little grapes shook intensely up and down with the soft fullness, as Xiao Liu sprawled forward, opening his ruddy mouth, softly sucking on one of them.
Consequently, the movement of the pink grapes became more isolated.
Yang Fan, lying on the couch and seriously enjoying himself, was trying to insert a third finger into the wet and full Golden Valley of Xiao Liu. Under his relentless efforts, the shallow stream had turned into a flood, slightly pulling triggering loud slurping noises.
Although already a wife, Xiao Liu's fake husband clearly didn't put much effort into exploring her, Yang Fan regretted that no matter how he positioned his hand, horizontally or vertically, he couldn't fit the third finger in.
If he could have gotten three fingers in, he might have been able to fully explore Xiao Liu's hidden depths.
Zhang Yulan changed position, half-squatting on top of Yang Fan.
