"Mm… go faster…"
Cen Pan's legs were sore and weak. She grabbed the fleshy stick that made her desire soar. Her hands moved back and she grabbed Ye Xiao's thighs tightly. She straightened her hips, then she used her lips and vagina to spin and grind on the fleshy stick.
Deep in her vagina, there seemed to be an urge that couldn't be satisfied no matter how hard she tried. She urgently needed to stuff something in.
A bright sticky thread flowed out from under her and hung in the air like egg liquid.
"Pan Pan…"
Ye Xiao was already in a state of being overwhelmed by lust. He was extremely unsatisfied and only rubbed his fleshy stick against Cen Pan's outer skin. That kind of feeling, like scratching an itch through a boot, made him unsatisfied.
Hearing Cen Pan's orders, he immediately ignored everything else.
