Xie Jie has been fighting for years, the muscles on his body are hard and strong, and with his breathing, they are falling together.

His waist is strong and lean, full of explosive power, fingertip poke up, rippling.

Ahya looked at it and inexplicably blushed and stopped moving.

She is all too aware of the power of this body.

Xie Jie's voice strayed at this time, hoarse with magnetism, his eyes full of obscure desire: "Why don't you continue to touch?"

If Aghia ...