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The dim moonlight shone over this ordinary farmhouse courtyard, filling the sultry air with a faint fragrance.
Yang Fan's mood at the moment was like the weather that remained oppressively hot even late into the night, causing his head to swell. A hot surge began in his lower abdomen, attacking his chest and pressing down on his kidneys, making it so that he had no idea where to vent the large breath trapped inside him.
The bright light from the western room illuminated the spacious mat outside the door, as well as the intertwined, slick figures on top of it, engaging in an ever-changing array of moves.
Li Jia was straddling Fu Xuebing's face, gradually letting go of her inhibitions.
Her face flushed with intoxication, she moaned with varying tone and pitch, while her hands, clasped behind her, groped her firm breasts, kneading them over and over with force. Her hips moved as if they were willow branches dancing in the wind beyond the courtyard wall.
