Chapter 88

Aunt Ouyang nestled deeply in the embrace of the sofa, like melted red beeswax.

Her delicate body, wrapped in luxurious red lace, lay supine on the dark red leather of the sofa, almost blending into one with it.

Her jade-like legs were shamelessly spread wide, and her honey hole in the middle was being savagely stretched open by a thick, fleshy penis, making it round and full.

The lustful juices, like a mountain spring, gushed out from the tightly joined opening, meandering down her inner thighs.

This scene is like a beautiful red demon tree growing on a crimson land…