"How can I, the king, walk away?" Huangfulian sighed, and a wet and hot kiss moved between her neck and collarbone.
"Don't...touch me..." Jiang Nanyan hadn't stopped crying yet, beating him with both hands.
"It would be great if I could do it." Huangfulian grabbed Jiang Nanyan's hand and pressed it over her head, exposing her white and smooth breasts with her own kiss marks to her eyes.
.
There were dots of red marks on the plumpness that was impossible to grasp with one hand. Huangfulian's eyes dimmed and she felt that she was getting hard again in an instant.
He lowered his head, sucked the red plum on the white tender side, nibbled it gently back and forth, licked it repeatedly, and teased out Jiang Nanyan's delicate vagina. His hands continued to caress her, making her body
Make yourself wet and soft...[
Huangfulian began to love her again.
Only this time, it was no longer as fierce and fast as the previous one.
He stared deeply at her expression, listened to her intolerable voice, slowly, lengthened the rhythm, and concentrated on loving her, extending the sweet rhythm, extending it, and extending it again...
The flickering candlelight swayed with the cold wind coming in from the window.
Outside, the night is dark...
In the study room, the scenery is full of spring.
Dripping hot sweat, heavy breathing, and soft humming were intertwined together to form the most sensational and moving melody, which echoed repeatedly in the study.