Chapter 5381

After Zhao Desan enjoyed himself blissfully for more than ten minutes, he felt the blood in his whole body surging, and that thing below was even more swollen and hard, as if it were about to explode. He really couldn't hold on anymore, turned over and flipped her onto the bed, then climbed onto Wang Ping's undulating, delicate body, parted her two white legs, and discovered that the flower lips with sparse hair were already wet. He held his "steel gun" and drove straight into the battlefield.

"Hmm... a bit painful... yours is too big..." Wang Ping was made to knit her beautiful eyebrows by Zhao Desan's suddenly somewhat rough and direct entry.

Zhao Desan looked at her expression, which was both painful and satisfied, and said excitedly: "Isn't it good that it's big? Sister, you can enjoy it better." As he spoke, while she was distracted, he exerted force with his waist and made a "straight strike to the Yellow Dragon." That tight, narrow, and moist feeling kept squeezing Zhao Desan's treasure, as if it wanted to squeeze it out of the delicate flower lips. It was an indescribable stimulation.

Wang Ping cried out in pain, rolled her big eyes, beat Zhao Desan's shoulders, and scolded: "You... you slow down... it hurts so much..."