In the private room, Chen Ziyang and Jiang Shu were completely unaware that they had been spied on by Lin Youyou crouching at the base of a wall.
The two had already begun their second round.
Chen Ziyang was like a perpetual motion machine, showing no signs of fatigue, vigorously sweating with effort.
Meanwhile, Jiang Shu was in a haze, instinctively letting out wave after wave of satisfied cries.
Below the window, Lin Youyou was also infected by their indulgent state, her already sensitive self had lifted her cheongsam, closing her eyes to imagine the scene inside, pleasuring herself.
Normally, this alley received hardly any foot traffic, and the environment was exceptionally filthy and chaotic.
Lin Youyou had never imagined that she would uncontrollably do such a dirty thing in such a disgusting environment.
Each of Jiang Shu's cries stimulated every single nerve in her, as she imagined herself in Jiang Shu's place, fantasizing her fingers as Chen Ziyang's manhood.
