Mu Wanting was sprawled across the table, once again being dominated by Lin Hao in such a humiliating manner.
She felt wronged in her heart, immensely ashamed, especially in her current position, making her wish she could dig a hole and bury herself out of embarrassment.
Lin Hao, however, loved this position the most, like a general galloping on horseback, utterly tireless.
Each time he plunged deep into the flower's core, pulling out soft tender flesh, only to push it back again.
The beautiful woman's secret passage tightly enveloped the mighty rod, the flesh walls contracting and writhing rhythmically, as if countless baby mouths were sucking on him fiercely.
Mu Wanting only felt that the Golden Cudgel was too hefty, completely filling her empty and lonely heart, the extreme swell and the pleasure of thrusting making her scalp tingle with delight.
