In the living room, moans rose and fell.
Lin Fan, who was indulgently sucking on that pair of ample breasts, was thoroughly enjoying his drink.
Meanwhile, Gong Binqi, riding on him, was gripping her hair with both hands, rubbing that iron pestle rapidly. Her wild movements, coupled with her proficient skills, made Lin Fan feel extraordinarily comfortable.
"If I keep drinking like this, will I get milk poisoning?"
Burping contentedly, Lin Fan looked at the peachy-faced Gong Binqi. This milk cow certainly had a high milk yield.
"Don't worry... absolutely no artificial additives. The more you drink, the harder yours gets... And you eating it feels so good... I feel like I'm going crazy..."
Gong Binqi panted heavily, the swelling sensation from her chest sinking into the abyss, making her waist sway even more fiercely.
"You sure you were just a secretary before? That waist strength is something else!"
