Yang Cheng's fingers wantonly played with Liu Wen. How could a girl like Liu Wen withstand the power of Yingyang Ghost Hand? In less than five minutes, she trembled and climaxed.
"Ah, ah, ah!! I'm so happy!"
Liu Wen screamed, her chest shaking along with her, and honeyed juices sprayed all over Yang Cheng, carrying a rich, sweet and fishy aroma.
At this time, Ling Manyue raised her hand to pat Yang Cheng's thigh, signaling her surrender.
"Wen Wen, come here quickly."
Yang Cheng immediately spoke, pulling Liu Wen to kneel before him, hastily taking over from Ling Manyue.
Ling Manyue was already panting heavily, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, soft and weak, leaning against Yang Cheng, gazing at him with seductive eyes.
"You've helped Wen Wen come, could you help me too?"
Listening to Liu Wen's ecstatic screams, floods had already overwhelmed her, desperately wanting Yang Cheng to help her come once.
"Sister-in-law, no way, time's not enough. Help me get a cup."
