Ancestral Bloodline?
The room quaked with the sheer intensity of the thrusts, as if experiencing a continuous magnitude-7 Richter scale earthquake every second.
The night transitioned into day and back into night, yet there was no indication of it slowing down.
Beds lay shattered, and the room was in disarray.
Lu Zhen persisted in his rhythmic hip movements, causing the entire room to tremble.
The moans of the two women echoed, alternating with each passing moment.
In the room, a tall muscular man held down a blond woman by the back of her neck, tightly locking her feet with his hand as he carried her. His large manhood entered and exited her with a slurping sound.
As the woman moved up and down under the dominance of the muscular man, her tantalisingly huge breasts swayed in a captivating scene, her golden pupils flickering from time to time with helplessness.