In the verdant cornfield, the sounds of flesh colliding with flesh ebbed and flowed.
With both hands covering her small mouth, Sun Qimei knelt on the ground, struggling to arch her butt upwards, accompanied by a persistent choking sound from the relentless pounding.
Grasping her slender waist and targeting those snowy-white cheeks separated for the assault, Lin Fan was not the least bit gentle, just as he had been ferociously unyielding when he had taken Zhu Zhixuan right there on the spot.
Looking at the white expanse rippling from the impacts, and at the Peach Garden, thoroughly drenched with excitement, Lin Fan's unrestrained thrusts had already begun to cause convulsions throughout Sun Qimei's body.
"How does it feel? This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
Looking down at Sun Qimei, who was now sprawled on the ground and barely able to breathe, Lin Fan smiled and patted her reddened butt, which was flush from the slapping.
