As a young man who had received instructions from countless experts, Yang Fan's sense for these kinds of videos was particularly sharp. And the video saved in the hidden folder on this phone, which clearly seemed to be self-recorded with some rather cryptic abbreviations commented on it, was even more telling.
"Wait a minute, don't delete these yet!" the woman standing beside Yang Fan suddenly shouted.
As she spoke, she suddenly tapped one of the videos.
Soon, a series of moaning and groaning sounds emanated from it.
It was a sixty-nine position, and as the video began, the dripping-wet entrance of a woman was graphically displayed before the camera. The person recording probed with his finger while asking, "Am I better or is your husband better?"
"Obviously Minister Chen, my husband isn't a fart compared to him. Ah... Minister Chen, a little gentler, I can't take it anymore."
The woman's cooing and whimpering voice sounded incredibly sultry.
