In the cubicle, the sound of flesh colliding with flesh rose and fell in waves.
The splashing impacts filled the air with the scent of Mist.
Since Xia Hongye's figure was already tall and, on top of that, she was wearing ten-centimeter heels, she was almost as tall as Lin Fan, allowing him to freely experience a variety of different positions.
At this moment, Lin Fan, with his arms around her waist--defined by vest lines--kept pounding from behind into those peachy buttocks, while his other hand signaled to knead those plump breasts. Pressed against the wall, Xia Hongye could only turn her head to allow him to greedily invade her little mouth with his tongue. Amidst her moans of pleasure, her body trembled continuously, the numbing sense of fullness driving her wild.
"I... want it... give it to me... Lin Fan... do me to death... I'm meant just for you... give it all to me!"
