Inside the room, atop the large bed.
Lin Fan propped himself up with both arms, looking down at the two women beneath him.
At this moment, heavy breathing filled the room, and both women were gradually finding their rhythm.
Bai Xue, after shedding her outerwear, still in her white lace lingerie, straddled his left leg, her hands steadying herself on his thigh, extending her red tongue to tirelessly lap at the Sky Pillar, while Zhu Zhixuan, also having let down her guard, dressed in light green workout lingerie, sat astride his right leg, one hand caressing the ammo chamber, the other touching his chest, her tongue playfully teasing the Iron Pestle.
The Iron Pestle, coveted by both women, was now basking in the wet, sliding embrace, constantly being passed from one set of red lips to another. Though both were sucking, the strength and technique were entirely different, and the sensation was simply heavenly.
