Synopsis
An Yi Yang was first coaxed by him, bit by bit, to her sensitive spots; her breathing fell into chaos, and her wet pussy was already leaking of its own accord. Zhang Xingying came to the door afterward, and both of them simply surrendered in his hands. In the dim red light, the three of them tangled together, his two hands simultaneously working their two lewd holes, caressing them until they cried out in waves and climaxed. The fatal allure of a master of technique grew more intoxicating the more you watched, until semen and lewd fluids mingled into one.