Roll in the arms of the iceberg boss

Trembling with fright, Cheng Jin crawled off Bo Shuohan's body, glanced at him somewhere, and quickly pulled off his pants on the ground to protect himself. "Yes... If you have something to say, please... don't..." Then he pressed him to do indescribable things.

Bo Shuohan pulled him back, forced him to sit on his lap again, imitating a certain movement, and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you want to try it, eh? I guarantee you will be very comfortable."

It pressed against his buttocks like an iron pestle, and through a thin layer of cloth, he could even feel its blazing temperature.