With a piercing scream, Li Mengying's delicate body started to shudder uncontrollably.
At the same time, Chen Bin could feel his massive cock being gripped tightly by the slick walls of her cunt.
The sensation was so blissful, he plunged deeper into intoxication.
Ever since she last parted ways with Chen Bin, it had been years since Li Mengying felt this much pleasure.
Her mind was fucked senseless, and she started babbling incoherently.
"Sister Zhao, your man is so damn good—so fucking good…I want him to fuck me to death, please, please let him fuck me to death, can he?"
The torrid kiss broke, and Chen Bin noticed Zhao Xinmei's expression growing uglier. Immediately, he raised his arm, relentlessly smacking Li Mengying's round ass.
The sharp pain on her ass drove Li Mengying even crazier.
She twisted her slender waist with more force, her gorgeous face flushed and lost in delirium.
"Harder, hit me harder! God, it feels so damn good, you're about to make me cum to death…"
