In the bedroom, on the soft large bed.
After pulling out those black lace panties from between her slender and beautiful long legs, Lin Fan then lifted the long skirt, looking at the gap between the pair of legs.
Under the snow-white area, there was no hair above the valley, but the faintly visible blackhead proved it was an artificially groomed white tigress. Lin Fan reached out, gently stroking the slightly dark butterfly, showing that this was a battle-hardened female warrior.
"Are they teaming up just like snakes teaming with rats? Well, it makes sense since they're both despicable bastards and now they have a common enemy, so they should have a good chat."
Lin Fan licked his lips, leaned down, and sucked on the strawberry atop the fullness. As his nimble tongue played back and forth, the Sister Hong lying on the bed struggled to tilt her head back, so she could press her chest closer to Lin Fan's mouth.
