Anyway, Liu Zhizhong didn't care anymore; his plans were set, and with this, how could he not indulge in wild pleasure?
As Luo Shuxiu fell into a frenzied state, he naturally complied with the will of the heavens, thrilled to the utmost.
When Little Zhizhong fully entered Luo Shuxiu's world, the woman, drugged as she was, let out sounds of supreme pleasure, her cooperation increasingly frenetic, her cries hysterical and unending.
For a man, this was nothing short of sublime enjoyment and stimulation, and Liu Zhizhong became even more valiant, relishing every bit.
The floodwaters were raging, the road awash with mud.
This woman, who seemed barely twenty-three or four, a beauty of the human world, allowed Liu Zhizhong to pluck her as he pleased, in every which way.
Liu Zhizhong could feel that she had experienced this kind of life before, perhaps not often, judging by her extreme tightness—heh heh…