In the Grip of a Dream Weaver Chapter 25

The thick, ferocious monster, still stained with another person's Vag!n@l fluid, was inserted straight into the slightly open dark lips.

Transparent saliva kept sliding down the corners of his lips. Mason Zhuang felt that he might be broken. Just smelling the familiar fishy smell was enough to make him aroused. Even the lewd fluid of his sympathetic enemy only increased his electric shock-like stimulation: "Mmm, Mmm...mm..."

The thick and hard p3ni$ thrust in and out of his lips, turning the light flesh color into a frightening purple-red. However, Mason Zhuang did not feel scared. Instead, he felt an indescribable joy - he was harder on him than on Liam Wei.

Alexander Wei was breathing slowly, his lazy eyes were filled with joy, his handsome face looked particularly S3xy because of the upturned chin posture, he used his fingers to scratch Mason Zhuang's hair to vent the emotions that could not be vented by Fcuking alone, he tightened his waist and H!ps, and tightly put the esophageal tube around the raging root of lust, he talked about love with his mouth, but the force he used when Fcuking was as if he was treating the other person as a masturbation cup.

Mason Zhuang doesn’t understand love, he only knows that his beloved will use him because she likes him.