Zhao Xinmei was asked something she didn't quite know how to explain, so she shamefully and angrily scolded aloud.
"You, shut Chen Bin up! Ah... mm-hmm!"
At this moment, Chen Bin realized that she meant for him to hurry up and finish.
Looking at the cramped space around them, he couldn't help but mutter.
"It's a bit too tight!"
Hearing this, Zhao Xinmei's pretty face blushed intensely.
She immediately reached out and pinched Chen Bin several times on his thigh.
At the same time, Yougu tightened again.
Faced with such a strong embracing sensation, Chen Bin almost moaned out loud in pleasure.
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to steady his mind and continued thrusting hard.
"Mm-hmm! Gentle... softer!"
Zhao Xinmei continued to smack Chen Bin lightly, with a trace of grievance in her tone.
Chen Bin maintained his rhythm, hitting the flower's center with every thrust.
Zhao Xinmei closed her eyes, her beautiful legs slowly began to tremble.
