Soft crimson lips pressed deeply against Xiaobei, youthful and intense, clearly showing her lack of experience.
Zhao Zichuan actually cherished her; after all, she was his proper wife, different from the women outside.
Fortunately, Xiaobei was a great mentor; with just a little tease, she quickly became comfortable.
Yuanyuan's face flushed red, panting heavily, eyes closed: "I need you..."
She was so insistent, and Xiaobei was not good at refusing.
In the cramped car, with dim light, as the seats reclined, clothes scattered, Xiaobei quickly guided her to the main event!
Yuanyuan lying in the dark cabin felt like a dream, almost unreal.
She never imagined she'd be in such a situation with Xiaobei one day.
"Hiss…"
Xiaobei took a sharp breath, glancing at the panting Yuanyuan beneath him, chuckling strangely: "Zhao Zichuan is really wasting such a treasure, truly unfair to you..."
Perhaps it's because she's been without a relationship with Zhao Zichuan for a long time.
