"Ooh, ooh, ooh..."
As Lin Fan's thrusts intensified, Cai Jing, who was kneeling on the chair, clung onto Sun Hai's head and pried his mouth open with her tongue before slipping it inside, looking utterly intoxicated as if she hadn't tasted water for years.
"Husband, have you tasted it yet? This is the master, Iron Pestle's flavor... He's still using your wife's... Bao Yu... it feels so good... I feel so good... Let your wife accompany the master often, okay? If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a yes..."
Cai Jing's smile was twisted with vengeance and after speaking, she spat all her saliva into Sun Hai's mouth while Lin Fan pulled her arms behind her back, forcing her to lean back. This allowed him to openly knead Cai Jing's slightly protruding breasts right in front of Sun Hai.
"Ah... Master... you're amazing... you're so much better than that... failure... I love how you do me... Master, kill me, please... ravage my hole... Master... I'm coming again!"
