Chapter 532 Ghost Sect

"Ah... Ah..."

Moshan looked at the female celebrity he was ravishing under him with great excitement.

He kept slapping Li Qianmei's buttocks, and as he watched their shape change, his excitement grew.

Half an hour later, to the woman's cry of pain, Moshan collapsed onto her back, pinning her down on the table.

"Drip, drip, drip—"

On the ground, drops of fresh blood appeared, and Li Qianmei gazed at them, heartbroken.

But at the same time, she had another feeling inside her, which was that she felt very satisfied with Moshan, the intense pounding had left her with a strong sense of fulfillment.

"How was that, huh? Not too bad, right?"

Moshan, lying on Li Qianmei's back, lifted her hair and asked with a smile.

"Hmph— It hurts so much! How is that comfortable?"

Li Qianmei said, frowning, disliking the lecherous expression on Moshan's face.

"Haha— Really? Then maybe I should just leave?" Moshan said, starting to pull away.

"Ah— Don't— Don't—Don't move—"