Inside the room, slapping sounds echoed incessantly.
Xiao Lan, clinging onto Lin Fan, was continuously tossed and turned by him. Each time she landed, she would have an ultra-intimate contact with the Iron Pestle.
"He... He likes to lay on top of me... do me... and he also likes... to have me blow his 'horn'... Every time I blow it, it doesn't even take two minutes before he wants to shoot... It's so unsatisfying... And his thing is small too... Brother-in-law's is much better... I'm so lucky... Brother-in-law makes me feel so good..."
Feeling the excitement from Lin Fan, Xiao Lan also tried her best, passionately describing the details of her encounters with others.
