In the speeding Range Rover, the two continued to be affectionate.
Zhao Qian Yue, having let loose completely, leaned back in her seat, legs against the front of the car, forcefully pushing her hips upward, facilitating Lin Fan's hand as it ceaselessly stroked the scarcely-weeded dark Abyss.
"Baby… your fingers feel so good… touching me… I want it… Ah… I'm coming!"
As his fingers skillfully caressed, wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her brain. Twisting and swaying her hips, she had reached the first peak.
Feeling his fingers continuously enveloped by the slippery barrier, Lin Fan had a smile on his lips as he watched the rapidly approaching convoy behind them, their emergency lights flashing. They swiftly surrounded Lin Fan's Range Rover just as it rushed into a rest area, and seven or eight vehicles quickly encircled them.
"What's going on!"
