Time silently passed by.
In the bedroom.
The passion between Tang Feng and Sister Bing was still ongoing.
The two, lost in a sea of desire, forgot everything else.
In their eyes, there was only each other.
Each was only thinking of obtaining greater pleasure from the other's body.
When a certain moment arrived, the world returned to its original quietness.
On the bed, so disheveled it was barely recognizable.
Tang Feng lay there, a look of contentment on his face, with Sister Bing listlessly resting her head on his arm to his left.
At this moment.
This national goddess didn't care at all about her image.
Her luscious curves were pressed against Tang Feng's body.
One of her creamy arms was draped over his chest, a leg subtly bent, resting on his thigh, gently rubbing.
Between her legs, that plump treasure, the delicate peach blossom, opened and closed.
Babbling streams mixed with milky semen unceasingly bubbled out from within, obscenely enticing.