In the hotel room, the sound of crying echoed.
Ke Yunan, who was straddled on top of Lin Fan, was now crying out loud.
Her eyes, following her beautiful cheeks, kept falling on the swaying jade peaks, while below the flat belly, that already muddy Garden was being incessantly pounded by the Iron Pestle.
Waves of pleasure left her mind blank, and she could only hold onto Lin Fan's shoulders, furiously shaking her slender waist; her snowy white buttocks were tightly kneaded by Lin Fan. It was in this moment she understood what celestial pleasure was.
"Husband... I can't... I'm going to break... Why won't you let it out yet?"
Ke Yunan, whose originally fair skin had now turned a dark red, bit her lip and glared with her watery eyes at Lin Fan, who was leaning against the headboard.
"You haven't begged me, so of course I can't let it out. Besides, we still have half an hour, playing a bit longer is quite nice, isn't it?"
