Facing Zhu Yan's urging, Sun Zhe felt a sudden heat in his body, eagerly undoing his belt, his large hand reaching down to pull aside, instantly dampening his hand.
That mysterious valley stream had long since become a flowing spring.
"Lift it higher."
"Mmm..."
Zhu Yan propped herself up on the kitchen counter with one hand, lifted her long hair with the other, obediently raised her full hips, and turned her head, her alluring eyes gazing at Sun Zhe, softly calling out, "Honey~~"
"Hmm? What's up?"
"I want~~"
"Just focus on cooking."
Sun Zhe instructed, promptly moving the already-soaked lace aside, then wrapped both hands around Zhu Yan's soft, small waist, slightly leaning back his upper body, pressing forward with his lower body, and directly pushed in!
"Ooh... go easy, you naughty boy."
Holding his breath, Sun Zhe launched a fierce attack.
After just a few dozen thrusts, white foam splashed!
"Puh puh puh..."
