In the room, Zhu Zhixuan was kneeling between Lin Fan's legs, her little mouth wide open to take in that Iron Pestle.
Her little hands were ceaselessly fiddling with the ammunition depot below, and her nimble tongue kept teasing sensitive spots.
As her breathing grew rapid, her body was already heating up. After stripping off her clothes under Lin Fan's direction, she propped herself upside down on his chest. In this position, her unobstructed Abyss was at the mercy of Lin Fan's clapping hands.
Two fingers slowly entered that already wetland, and Lin Fan also extended his tongue, gently tasting the sweet juices. Such stimulation instantly made Zhu Zhixuan's moans even more intense.
"It itches… it feels so good… I want it now."
After a session of licking and teasing, Zhu Zhixuan couldn't wait to straighten up. The emptiness inside her Abyss that desperately needed filling made her beg Lin Fan.
"If you want it, come get it yourself."
