The sunlight poured into the bedroom.
Riding atop Lin Fan, Chu Shiyuan presented her nearly perfect curves before him.
Her twin peaks stood tall like jade shoots, swaying back and forth with her movements, while her slender jade arms pressed against his shoulders. Her jet-black hair cascaded over her smooth, fragrant shoulders, and beneath her flat belly, the already muddy garden kept striking the iron pestle. Her already beautiful face was now flushed with red, and her enchanting eyes were filled with passion. Biting her red lips, she enjoyed the ecstasy from the abyss with a hazy gaze.
Lin Fan rested on his arms, watching Chu Shiyuan still galloping with playful interest. Her reckless swaying brought heavy breathing that echoed in the bedroom, and the thrusts of her rising and falling peaches, along with the slick wrapping sensation from the abyss, made the beauty of this morning all the more vibrant and lush.
