Once Zhu Shanshan positioned her hands on Yang Fan's shoulders and moved to the front, Yang Fan really didn't dare to move at all.
He let his eyelids droop, disguising himself as dead still.
From this angle, he could mostly only see the place where the two of them were tightly connected.
As for the rest, he could catch a glimpse if his eyeballs moved slightly, but he was too afraid Zhu Shanshan would notice, so he didn't dare look.
"Fanzi, do you like it?"
Zhu Shanshan moaned softly, her voice was husky and sweet, dripping with seductive charm.
Yang Fan naturally liked it.
Such a wanton Zhu Shanshan, she had played her way right into his heart.
But he was also frustrated, how great would it have been to play this way when he was sober?
Zhu Shanshan rode on top of Yang Fan, swaying back and forth for a moment before switching to a squatting position and then leaning down to watch their bodies coming together and pulling apart.
