Lu Yinfeng closed her eyes, wholeheartedly enjoying Mo Nanze's efforts.
One must give him credit, Mo Nanze's level remained very stable.
Although the frequency was lower, each experience was almost no different from when he was in his thirties.
Afterwards, Mo Nanze's fingertips stroked across Lu Yinfeng's slightly swollen lips from being sucked, almost as if seeking praise, he asked, "Satisfied?"
Sweat formed on Lu Yinfeng's forehead moistened the towel underneath, her breathing was erratic, and it took a long time to calm down.
How could she not be satisfied?
But when she saw Mo Nanze's expression, she suddenly felt playful and deliberately said in a deep voice, "Hmm... it's still lacking a bit..."
Before she could finish, her lips were sealed again.
Lu Yinfeng regretted it.
She should not have challenged a man's pride.
Mo Nanze lifted his hand to pinch her chin, pressing his body tightly against her.