"Mmm mmm mmm..."
In the changing room, Cui Ronglian was panting heavily.
Her mouth was stuffed, feeling Lin Fan's brutal intrusion.
She tried to open her mouth wide, attempting to take it in as deep as possible, but ultimately could only swallow half.
After a bout of assault, though Lin Fan still hadn't reached his desired peak, he was comfortable for a moment, then released her head, stowing the iron pestle into its nest.
"Why don't we find a hotel, so we can both serve you well?"
Cui Ronglian wiped the saliva from her mouth, looking up at Lin Fan. Although the venue outside was rather stimulating, the positions that could be executed were limited, and many moves were not as comfortable.
"Don't rush, we'll go back after dealing with all the matters."
Lin Fan pinched Cui Ronglian's cheek, his golden glasses exuding an underlying allure.
"What other matters are there?"
