Conservative Wu Xue Mei, even just crossing her legs to show Yang Fan a glimpse, felt it was shameful.
Seeing that the woman was genuinely becoming frantic, Yang Fan abandoned his playful thoughts and pressed Wu Xue Mei heavily beneath him.
The already moistened and immensely silky channel was slightly parting open, and Yang Fan's entrance became silky smooth as well, encountering no resistance as he plunged straight to the bottom of the Abyss.
"Ah…"
Wu Xue Mei clutched at Yang Fan's back and let out a melodious moan that fluctuated in pitch.
Her voice was high and sustained, shifting through four or five tones before reaching the end.
The field that had been parched for nearly two years was suddenly subjected to a fierce torrential downpour, and it was almost too much for her to bear.
But it was exceptionally satisfying.
That hard and scorching fullness was what she had longed for night and day these past two years.
