Chen Dashan's voice was urgent, and his big hands were even more unruly. The hot and firm giant dragon was now eagerly raised, rubbing against the flower bud.
Han Yifei's whole body went limp, as if she was about to melt into a puddle of water.
She clung to Chen Dashan, panting softly.
She hoped Chen Dashan would treat her roughly, and she could only keep writhing her body, her tongue constantly licking Chen Dashan's neck, her mouth uttering one dirty word after another, "Master, how do you want to punish me?"
"Mmm, ah…"
"Ah, do it harder?"
Seeing her seductive appearance, Chen Dashan did not waste a single movement, directly lifting his gun and mounting his horse, hitting fiercely and relentlessly. The desk made creaking sounds with their movements.
After more than half an hour.
"Master?"
"Master!"
