In this scene, who can hold back?
On Tianping Peak, there is no human disturbance.
Even the song of the autumn insects at night is a bit sparse.
The mist is thick, and the starlight is dim.
The helicopter, under the camping lights, a quiet behemoth, begins to tremble gently.
Inside the luxurious room of the helicopter, Liu Zhizhong's entire being is ignited by the beauty in his arms, unable to control himself anymore.
Holding Zhang Minmin, Liu Zhizhong's hands start to move, his lips advance, and he discovers that she subconsciously resists a bit, but unable to dodge his mouth, she is so inexperienced, so inexperienced!
Oh damn...
Liu Zhizhong is astonished inside, has he struck gold?
Indeed, with the aid of the lights, Liu Zhizhong gradually undresses, then discovers...
Zhang Minmin is as beautiful as a statue made of white jade, her skin delicate enough to be broken by the slightest touch, yet her body is fiery, exuding a passionate fragrance.
Indeed...
Indeed!
