Zhao Fu reached out once more, pulling one of Shaluo's aunts into his arms. He kissed her lips and stripped away her clothes piece by piece. She responded with great passion, and the two of them continued entwining with each other.
Afterward, Zhao Fu reached for the other women as well.
An *** aura spread through the air. Seven naked women lay weakly on the ground, their faces flushed, looking delicate and dewy as blooming flowers.
Shaluo's sister-in-law reacted the most strongly. Not only was her body sensitive, but her responses were especially fierce. She even lost control and took the initiative to pull off Zhao Fu's clothes, looking ravenous and desperately wanting a man. She even asked Zhao Fu to put his fingers inside her. Only after five or six times did she collapse weakly to the ground.
Fortunately, she was dealt with rather smoothly. Zhao Fu then reached toward Shaluo's younger sister and kissed her gently. Her body was somewhat stiff, perhaps from nervousness. Zhao Fu could clearly feel her heart pounding rapidly beneath his hand—don't ask where his hand was.
As Zhao Fu continued teasing her, the furrow in Shaluo's younger sister's brow gradually eased. Her body was no longer so stiff and began to relax as she awkwardly responded to him.
With a soft moan, there was a little more moisture on Zhao Fu's hand.
Zhao Fu gently laid her on the ground, then drew Shaluo's fiancée into his arms. This stern woman also quietly went along with him.
She had originally been the woman of India's most promising king, yet now another man was kissing and caressing her. However, she did not care much, because she herself had been a tool for a political marriage. That was why she cooperated with Zhao Fu and allowed