Guo Jinyue insisted on keeping fit, and her peaches were bigger and firmer than those of the average girl.
Not only were they perky, but their shape was also perfect, like a ripe, juicy peach that one couldn't help but want to take a bite of.
A certain part of Chen Dashan was already desperately thirsty.
His fiery big hand constantly kneaded Guo Jinyue's pert buttocks, squeezing her peach into various shapes.
"Mmm... Ahh... Mmm..."
Guo Jinyue tilted back her snow-white neck, looking at the un-filmed walls of the elevator, and in the stainless-steel reflection, she appeared like a bitch in heat, her expression both thirsty and hazy.
Her hands, adorned with exquisitely done nails, rested on her high, large breasts. At the moment, she was bent over, her large breasts dangling at her chest, swaying with her movements.
This scene was not to be too erotic; Guo Jinyue, biting her red lips, kept making moans of pleasure, "Mmm..."
"Ahh..."
