Chapter 125

It was like heaven and earth; Chen Mo relentlessly thrust his "little Chen Mo" into that tender and sensitive area, without the slightest thought of tenderness or mercy.

Chen Mo rode furiously, a succession of moans of varying pitch escaped from Sister Hong's lips.

Chen Mo's assault was ferocious; instead of starting gently and gradually becoming more intense, his ferocity was unrelenting from the beginning.

Chen Mo was like a tireless machine, continuously reaching the deepest part of the secret garden with every thrust.

Sister Hong couldn't bear it from the start; she had hoped to catch her breath when Chen Mo would stop, then mock him by saying he was nothing special after all.

But, to her disbelief, once Chen Mo began, he never stopped. She couldn't comprehend where his fighting power was coming from.

Love juices splashed from their coupling, filling the room with an overpowering hormone scent, making anyone who smelled it shudder.