Liu Tingting watched as Lin Hao entered her body again, straining to raise her head to see the large rod slowly penetrate her.
The intense visual impact coupled with the feeling of being torn apart sent waves of pleasure through Liu Tingting.
This mature woman was so wet and lustrous, Lin Hao's rod felt as if it was soaked in a hot spring, an embrace of warmth akin to lying in a mother's arms.
Slap, slap, slap...
Ferocious thrusts, the point where their bodies met issued the sound of collisions, mingled with wet noises, giving a sense of complete liberation.
"Mm... ah ah... so good... hitting the deepest... harder..."
Liu Tingting's eyes were tantalizingly half-closed, her mouth slightly open, moaning.
Although Li Jia was savoring the aftermath of the Gao Dynasty, she reached over and touched Ms. Ting's proud snow peaks, teasing the enticing buds.
