Before long, Chen Ziyang was already lying on the deck.
Su Mei had shed all her constraints, straddling Chen Ziyang's body, her delicate form swaying incessantly.
Her long black hair was already tipped with beads of sweat.
Her pretty face was flushed red, and she pressed her hands onto Chen Ziyang's chest as if she was bouncing on horseback.
And Chen Ziyang too, was immersed in bliss, his hands ceaselessly squeezing Su Mei's pride, feeling the warmth and tremendous softness in his palms.
When Yang Muxue emerged from the cabin and caught sight of this scene, she couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy.
But more than that, she was excited.
"Naughty brother, not calling your sister when you have some fun!"
As she spoke, Yang Muxue walked over on her own accord, knelt down next to Chen Ziyang, her eyes seductive as silk, "Sister wants some too."