"Ah…"
Wang Xin suddenly clutched Tang Feng tightly, her slender body tensing, trembling violently.
Within her flower path, soft flesh quivered.
Warm fluid squirted from deep within her G-spot.
Tang Feng distinctly felt the sensation of the fluid spraying onto his gleaming cannon muzzle.
The gurgling water flowed from the crevice, down his legs, and finally slid off, dampening the chair beneath his ass.
Wang Xin was incredibly wet, quickly soaking a large patch of the chair.
After releasing herself, Wang Xin's face was flushed with a vivid rouge; she gasped gently, sprawly lazily on top of Tang Feng.
Tang Feng's hand tenderly stroked her skin.
That snow-white skin was as smooth and silky as satin.
"Let's go upstairs. I want you to hold me while I sleep," Wang Xin murmured seductively through half-closed eyes.
That tender voice was already laced with a touch of coquettish charm.
Tang Feng scooped her up in a princess carry, enclosing her light body in his arms.