Chapter 217: No Comparison, No Hurt

Zhang Yang looked at that perky and voluptuous behind and couldn't hold back when he saw it twirling before him.

Since Peach Land was already thoroughly moist, there was no need for further friction, Zhang Yang aimed for the tight opening and thrust forcefully.

In that instant, both of them couldn't help but exclaim loudly.

It was incredibly pleasurable; the inside was unexpectedly tight and warm, and exceedingly moist.

Up to this moment, Zhang Yang still found it somewhat unbelievable. After all, they had only known each other for half an hour.

Yet here they were, fused together so intimately.

Moreover, she was such a cold and unapproachable goddess. It was something unimaginable.

This sense of achievement made Zhang Yang feel somewhat elated.

Now, looking at the trembling body before him, Zhang Yang teased, "Sister, does it feel good?"