So Huang Yingying lay on top of Zhou Xinlan, her snowy buttocks held high.
"Lin Tian..."
Huang Yingying turned her head to look at Lin Tian, her sparkling eyes brimming with intense spring passion, her sweet gaze as if coated in honey.
Lin Tian then set his sights back onto Huang Yingying.
After bringing Huang Yingying to the clouds, Lin Tian attended to Zhou Xinlan once again.
Zhou Xinlan and her daughter Huang Yingying reveled in Lin Tian's devoted service, happiness surging like tides, one wave after another, seemingly never-ending.
Perhaps it was the thrill of serving Lin Tian together in the same bed, but both of them felt exceptionally stimulated, a flavor they had never tasted before.
Busy until the late night, Lin Tian finally gave each of the women, young and old, their fill inside them, leaving both sated.
