Rong Anyao's heart raced.
Zhang Xiaomeng occasionally changed positions.
How Rong Anyao wished she were the woman in his arms.
That flickering flame, at this moment, seemed wrapped by Flame Mountain itself, assaulting her heart with even greater ferocity.
"Ah, Xiaomeng, I can't take it," Wang Yuyan reached the ultimate pleasure, her body trembling.
"Ahhh." After Wang Yuyan called out several times, she went limp.
Then she weakly embraced Zhang Xiaomeng.
"Xiaomeng, you're too good, I can't take it anymore," Wang Yuyan's delicate eyebrows painted with makeup, her voice carrying ripples of emotion, was utterly enchanted.
Zhang Xiaomeng helplessly said, "Yuyan, take a look at my treasure, it's still hungry, you see?"
Wang Yuyan bashfully gazed at Zhang Xiaomeng's impressive size, still towering arrogantly to the sky.
Wang Yuyan bowed her head, "You bad boy, but I really can't take it anymore, what should I do?"