"Honey... what have you been busy with lately?"
With the continuous stimulation, Feng Xiaoxiao quickly reached her peak again.
Kneeling proactively on the bed, she brought her fair feet together and lifted them up.
Lin Fan knelt behind her, holding her tender feet, clamping the still vigorous Iron Pestle.
"Busy with revenge."
Looking at the plump peach-shaped bottom and slender fair back, Lin Fan recounted what had happened recently.
When she heard Qi Yu's name, Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but be taken aback.
"I can't believe that female demon Qi Yu really took action herself... she's a very difficult existence to provoke."
"What, you know her too?"
Lin Fan looked at Feng Xiaoxiao in confusion.
"Not really know, just met her once when I was still with Qiu Qingyi."
Feng Xiaoxiao bent forward, displaying that peach bottom fully in front of Lin Fan.
Her small hands gently parted the thoroughly engorged Yao Spring.
At this moment, it was bright red all over.
