Zeng Li shook her round, plump buttocks. Her skin was very fair, down below too, soft and pink.
Song Guanchao noticed that the sense of boundary between them was becoming increasingly weak.
The distance he was desperately trying to maintain was being gradually eroded by Zeng Li's various little tricks.
With a sigh in his heart, he cupped her large buttocks and buried his head between them, sticking out his tongue.
"Ah!"
Zeng Li's body trembled wildly, convulsing, as Song Guanchao's tongue made her head spin.
Far more pleasurable than his hands.
"Brother Song, do you like me?"
Zeng Li asked in a soft, coquettish voice.
Song Guanchao didn't have time to talk; he just kept kissing.
"Phew~"
He put Zeng Li down, looking at her limp, convulsing body, heaven knew how hard he was restraining himself.
"Uh~ so comfortable."
Zeng Li had eased a bit but she wasn't fully satisfied.
She felt her body itching.
