In the bathroom, gasps intermingled rhythmically.
Kneeling in the bathtub, the two women were busily engaged.
Zhao Jiaqi was at the front, covering the Iron Pestle with her hand, constantly spinning it in her cherry lips, occasionally stretching out her fragrant tongue, traveling from the magazine to the tip of the Iron Pestle, while those enticing little eyes, submissive yet with a hint of wildness, greedily sucked in the treasure that brought her endless pleasure.
Facing her, Zhu Zhixuan spread Lin Fan's buttocks with both hands while her tongue explored the blooming rosebud, searching diligently for spots that could bring Lin Fan pleasure. Although it was her first time doing this, she was quite determined.
