A perfect human body appeared in front of Yi Luo on the pink bed. It was in the posture of Jesus being nailed to the cross, with his hands raised flat, his legs together, his face on the bed, and his lustless eyes covering the target.
Yi Luo's body was once again shocked by the body in front of him, swelling to a point of pain. His eyes burst out with fire, and he threw away his clothes as if they were being burned. He threw himself at the source of the fire, and found the delicate cherry in his mouth. His betrayed body was pressed against the desireless skin. Under the passion, the desire in his heart was like a thermometer dropped into boiling water. The mercury rushed up, and the danger of an explosion was gradually approaching.