In the gym, dressed scantily, Han Peipei was standing on the treadmill.
Her long and beautiful legs kept running; the ten-kilometer morning exercise was her daily required routine.
That panting breath, with its absolute rhythm, a chest rising and falling gently, showcasing the curves of exercise.
At this moment, in the restaurant, Liu Lingfei was also panting heavily.
Only her breath was rapid and chaotic, entirely dependent on Lin Fan's thrusting speed.
The Iron Pestle continually crazed itself against the tender Beauty Cave, and with the splashing friction, her proud chest shook relentlessly.
Lying flat on the dining table, she had now become Lin Fan's breakfast.
Her captured ankles raised high, her slender and fair beautiful legs spread apart, her soft body appeared even more proud.
"Does it feel good?"
Watching Liu Lingfei cover her mouth, trying hard to suppress her moans, afraid Han Peipei in the gym would hear.
