Inside the private room, the sound of singing and laughter was unceasing.
In the midst of the explosive music, thirty or forty bodies were strewn horizontally, rivaling a pool of wine and a forest of meat.
The continuously dancing bodies, without any clothing to cover them, were especially intoxicating, especially when they intentionally positioned themselves towards Lin Fan. A row of at least a dozen women, with their backs to the sofa, purposely bent over and swayed their hips, all aiming their "leisurely caves" at Lin Fan, sometimes even kneading their own buttocks, clearly hoping for Lin Fan to charge forward and stuff the "Iron Pestle" inside.
As for Lin Fan, although he still sat on the sofa without moving, Sister Hong's little hand didn't stop stroking the gradually swelling "Iron Pestle" through his pants, her seductive eyes shining with confidence as she whispered in Lin Fan's ear.
"Boss Huo really went all out this time."
