Straddling atop Tang Feng, Han Ling rode wildly, lost in ecstasy.
Like a plaintive moan, her cries rose and fell.
After more than ten days, at last, she tasted again the captivating flavor of his manhood.
No.
That even thicker size brought her greater pleasure.
Immersed in it, Han Ling was already beyond extraction.
"Oh... fuck me... Sister Hui... we finally don't have to use our hands... ah... God... he's hitting my womb again... this feeling... is too fucking irresistible..." Han Ling shook her head, screaming loudly.
Her waterfall of black hair wildly danced.
Lying beside them, Huo Hui, hearing Han Ling's wanton cries, said with embarrassed irritation, "Lingling, don't talk nonsense, I didn't use my hand."
Wildly thrusting her voluptuous hips, Han Ling shouted more lewdly, "Ah... that's right... you didn't use your own hand... ugh... that day... you nearly broke my fingers..."