Zhao Xinmei kept her body stiff, her eyes tightly closed.
Her flat stomach continuously heaved up and down with Chen Bin's movements.
As the depths were relentlessly pounded, she seemed almost unable to endure it.
Her perfect delicate body kept swaying, and her round and full breasts also moved back and forth under the nightgown.
The pristine and smooth vulva, like a ripe peach, splashed fluid hither and thither.
This scene aroused Chen Bin's curiosity, so he couldn't help but ask.
"Wife, how are you feeling now?"
Zhao Xinmei simply turned her head away and did not answer.
Chen Bin continued to mutter to himself, "It must feel very comfortable, otherwise there wouldn't be so much liquid."
This statement deeply pierced Zhao Xinmei's sense of shame.
Her face flushed red as she opened her eyes and pinched fiercely at Chen Bin's tender flesh around his waist.
However, what Zhao Xinmei did not know was that Chen Bin particularly enjoyed seeing her shy and coquettish demeanor.
