At this moment.
Su Yue's originally fair buttocks, due to Chen Nan's strong grip, blushed with patches of red, resembling a ripe peach, tempting.
Su Yue, stimulated by this sudden and aggressive move, screamed out loud: "Ah···you bastard, so thirsty, want to fuck me to a pulp..."
Her cheeks turned crimson with desire, her eyes as blurry as an abyss shrouded in mist.
Each rapid breath caused her ample breasts to heave violently, seemingly ready to break free from the last restraint at any moment.
The moonlight, as soft and ambiguous as it was, spilled over their tightly entwined bodies.
The silver glow was like a dreamy veil, gently draping them but unable to hide the scorching desire pervading the moment.
The locks of hair on Chen Nan's forehead were soaked with sweat, sticking messily to his passion-flushed cheeks.
His eyes burned with desire, the flames so intense it seemed as if they could ignite the surrounding air.
Yet within this heat, there lay an endless gentleness.
