"Husband... I can't take it anymore... I really can't..."
In the bedroom in the early morning, Zhu Dan's voice of joy kept echoing.
Kneeling on the bed, she felt her plump and raised hips being frantically pounded by the Iron Pestle.
Every thrust that reached her soul made her tremble uncontrollably.
"Ms. Dan Dan, we're just getting started."
Feeling the firm and full physique reminiscent of Western women, Lin Fan tightly gripped her waist.
Years of training had made her even tighter in that slick wrapping sensation compared to other women.
Especially at the peak, that feeling as if her hands tightly gripped him really drove men crazy. Even someone as strong as Lin Fan struggled to hold back from releasing because this tight force was simply world-class.
"Since you came back last night... you've done me five times... I've already come more than ten times... I really can't take it anymore."
