The aphrodisiac surged wildly through his system.
Even as they kissed, Moh Shiche was already unbearable, his handsome face flushed and covered with beads of sweat, his muscles so tense they seemed ready to explode at any moment.
Luo Qiangwei suddenly rolled over to take the top position, bent down to pick up the leather belt that he had thrown on the ground.
She propped herself up and tightly bound his hands to the headboard.
Moh Shiche watched the woman acting wantonly on top of him, his voice hoarse from the drug's effects, his Adam's apple taut, "Luo Qiangwei, let's do it once first, and then I'll let you play slowly. Be good, hmm?"
Luo Qiangwei leaned down, reached out to touch his burning hot handsome face, her eyes flickering slightly, "But I want to play now, hubby wait a moment, I have a gift for you."