The spacious second-floor office was filled with the continuous slap of flesh against flesh.
Pressing Shu Feifei's voluptuous body down on the desk, Lin Fan held her pale neck with one hand and gripped her slender waist with the other, thrusting his "long spear" vigorously against her plump behind. The splashing sounds of their collision, along with her low moans of pleasure, were incredibly satisfying.
"You... What are you... How long has it been... since we've... done this... Are you trying to... kill me...?"
Feeling the vibrations from her pert rear, Shu Feifei tried hard to point her toes and raise her booty even higher, looking to accommodate Lin Fan's frenzied rhythm. Her rough movements conveyed an air of inviolable majesty, but what she didn't realize was that all this heat had been stoked by her daughter just moments ago.
