His gaze immediately locked onto the place between the legs wrapped in undergarments.
He licked his lips.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
Without saying a word, he pulled down the last layer of covering.
A dense, dark forest.
And between the forest, those pink petals.
This scene finally pushed his desire to the edge of uncontrollability.
In no time, he stripped off his own pants.
Under the influence of the drug, the gun, although not large, became mighty.
One knee rested on the sofa.
With both hands, he forcefully spread Zhang Yiting's legs apart.
Looking at the incredibly enticing Hua Rui's place.
He aimed at the target, applied pressure with his waist, and with a squelch, they became one.
Enveloped by warmth and tightness, Wang Weixiang sighed and murmured, "Comfortable, damn, so comfortable..."
The golden needle pierced the peach blossom, not daring to cry out while frowning deeply.
That was the current state of the two.
