In Zhu Zhixuan's dormitory, it was a scene of unbridled springtime.
Kneeling on the bed, she clung tightly to the crossbeam of the iron bed, terrified that the savage onslaught from behind would catapult her off, but waves of tingling stimulation and the swelling sensation of fullness made her involuntarily gasp for air, creating a symphony of wonderful music along with the thumping against her upturned buttocks.
Under the intense sensation of conquest, Lin Fan relished the tightness of those peachy buttocks, because Zhu Zhixuan hadn't had children and, compounded with a failing marriage, she still preserved the tightness full of youthful sensibility, an even more delightful treat compared to Bai Xue, who was in similar circumstances.
