"Husband... it feels so good... I'm going to die..."
In the back seat, Zhao Jiaqi, gripping the front seat with both hands, continuously rubbed her round and firm hips against Lin Fan, and the sight of her bouncing curves made Chen Jiayi reach out and pinch them.
"You little minx, you must be thrilled this time. Husband has saved all his essence for you these few days at home."
"Ah... I want to... give my good husband... a baby..."
Shaking her jet-black hair, Zhao Jiaqi turned back with joy, looking at Lin Fan's face of satisfaction: "Husband... how about it... let me give you a baby..."
"Of course, not just one, you have to have a bunch!"
Grabbing her tender breasts, Lin Fan smiled as he looked at Zhao Jiaqi's blushing face.
When a woman is willing to carry on your legacy, for Lin Fan, it was a special kind of affection.
