In the restaurant, the moans were incessant.
Grabbing Zhu Dan's solid body, thrusting against her voluptuous beauty, the extreme sensation was something out of the ordinary, grasping her waist tightly as he pushed the Iron Pestle to the limit, listening to her heart-wrenching moans and gasps, Lin Fan was overwhelmed with a strong sense of possessiveness.
"Slow down... I... I can't take it anymore..."
Zhu Dan, trembling all over, kept begging, the soul-piercing thrusts caused her mind to go blank repeatedly, like fireworks bursting into joy, her breath hastened, fully possessed by Lin Fan's strong masculine hormones, and all she could do was moan.
"Did you comfort yourself when I wasn't around?"
Slapping her firm buttocks, Lin Fan asked with a smile.
"No... I... I've been too busy with work lately... haven't got time for that!"
Zhu Dan lay powerlessly on the table, like a dish in the Feast of Taotie, enduring the impacts from behind.
