Yang Fan entered Yu Hong Dou.
In a most common position, she below, Yang Fan above.
The tight wetness filled Yang Fan with joy.
And that extreme stretch of fulfillment also gave Yu Hong Dou extraordinary satisfaction.
She strained to lift her head, her lips feverishly planting kisses on Yang Fan's face and neck like raindrops.
Like giant waves, the pleasure engulfed her, unleashing her body's instincts to express her current feelings of satisfaction and affection.
Yang Fan pulled a pillow under Yu Hong Dou's neck to help her perform better.
"Ah... ah... ah..."
Her body rose and fell with Yang Fan's thrusts, and her enchanting moans fluctuated similarly.
"Brother Fanzi, does it feel good?" Yu Hong Dou bit her flushed lips, her eyes dreamily fixed on Yang Fan's.
Often, this is a question men like to ask, but today he had turned the tables.
"It feels amazing, you're clinging so tightly," Yang Fan said with a laugh.
That was his most genuine feeling at the moment.
