On the dining table, the voluptuous Cui Ronglian lay there, her slender ankle held by Lin Fan, her tight skirt already pushed up to her waist, completely exposing her plump, fair lower body to Lin Fan. The soul-snatching cave amidst the dense forest was now fully opened by the iron pestle, a gentle stream wetting the surrounding grass, while her ample breasts shook continuously with each thrust.
"County Magistrate Lin... I feel so good... You're really great at this..."
"Your skills are really incredible... I'm almost done in by you!"
"Oh my... I've never felt this good before... I love how you play with me..."
"Ruin me... I beg you... fill me hard..."
It's truly remarkable how highly-educated intellectuals develop such unique charm when whispering, and each lustful cry made Lin Fan even more invigorated. Xie Qian, who had recovered some strength on the side, stood up and hugged Lin Fan's waist, her round, plump body pressed tightly against his back.
