For Yang Fan, everything here was actually new and unexperienced.
When this door opened, it also opened a new world to him.
After Xiao An had settled down, Yang Fan also took a seat, gently leaned forward, and slid into Xiao An's wet path, stretching the tight confines of the Golden Valley.
"Ah..."
Xiao An moaned melodiously, grabbing the armrests below her.
Under Yang Fan's smooth thrusts, her supple body swayed rhythmically like a boat tossed by the waves, especially her full, quivering breasts, heaving and churning with each movement.
Yang Fan was really curious, who was the genius that designed this thing?
This guy truly understood the ins and outs of men and women.
Although this octopus-like chair might look odd, it was indeed very practical.
Not to mention that it conserved effort, but it also freed up both hands.
Yang Fan could not only sit but could also play with Xiao An's trembling fullness with his hands.
The sensation was truly novel and stimulating.
