Within the living room, moans rose and fell.
On her knees on the couch, Zhao Jiaqi's body was embraced by Chen Jiayi, while from behind, Lin Fan launched an assault on her sturdy, uplifted buttocks. His Iron Pillar, hard as steel, penetrated the pink blossom, reaching straight to the core.
With each of those charges, Zhao Jiaqi's snow-white skin turned a shade of crimson, and she lay powerless in Chen Jiayi's arms, her moans constantly ringing in her ears.
Chen Jiayi, equally moved, pressed her lush bosom tight against Zhao Jiaqi, offering her tender lips up to Lin Fan, who callously kissed her delicate lips, while his hands reached from behind Zhao Jiaqi, kneading Chen Jiayi's voluptuousness.
"Coming... I... can't take it... save me..."
