In the privacy of the bedroom, moans echoed and interwove.
Chen Jiayi lay with her feet toward the headboard, her small mouth agape, welcoming Lin Fan's "Iron Pestle's" invasive thrusts.
The continuous "mmh" sounds escaping from her weren't just because the hard "Iron Pestle" had claimed her little mouth, making breathing difficult for her, but also because Zhao Jiaqi, who lay atop her head toward the headboard, was using her fragrant tongue to invade her already overflowing "Peach Blossom Cave."
Under the attack from both sides, the surge in excitement was more than double. Chen Jiayi, twisting her body non-stop, felt the numbing sensation taking over her entire being, yet she couldn't fully alleviate it. Her jade hands, however, were clasping Zhao Jiaqi's peachy buttocks, ceaselessly kneading and caressing, while Lin Fan's fingers were perpetrating a relentless invasion in and out of her "Soul-snatching Cave."
