On the bed, Dian Ling was already pressed underneath, Ye Chen kneeling atop Dian Ling's buttocks, his frantic movements almost pushing Dian Ling to muster all her strength to meet Ye Chen's thrusts. That forceful pounding, again and again, almost burst open Dian Ling's buttocks like a blooming flower.
"Ye Chen, I want it, I want it!" Dian Ling's voice was loud, even more exaggerated than Ms. Yan's in terms of volume. Although Ms. Yan was more uninhibited in her movements, finding all kinds of ways to satisfy Ye Chen, to make Ye Chen content, Dian Ling, this little ni, clearly lacked experience, only knowing to shout. Her movements couldn't keep up, leaving Ye Chen as tired as an ox.
Drip, drip...
