Guan Ping had a figure and attitude that made Yang Fan utterly beyond reproach.
His hand reached out to caress those peach-like, tender hemispheres, and his force became even more robust as he massaged Diwu Ming.
It was truly fantastic!
The shape of these two little things was just perfect.
Fair, plump, soft, their shapes nearly identical, showing absolutely no deviation.
Little Honey Bean was small and delicately pink, just the sight of it was enough to make one drool.
Yang Fan reached out with his right hand to encircle Guan Ping's slippery slim waist and bent down to bite into it.
"Mmm... Mmm..."
Guan Ping's delicate body slightly swayed, her eyes clouding over with a hint of haziness.
A girl's body is generally sensitive, even a slight touch can elicit quite a reaction.
Such indulgence as Yang Fan's, for them, was undoubtedly intense.
