"Don't touch that…don't…"
Gu Jun pretended he couldn't hear the tiny mosquito-like voice. He grasped An Xiaoyan's member and started moving.
He'd never done this before. An Xiaoyan was his first.
Gu Jun could only see the side of An Xiaoyan's face—the tightly shut eyes, pink cheeks, and the trembling eyelashes that were like a butterfly's wings as it danced in the air.
"Mr. Gu…" The voice contained a tinge of seduction. Gu Jun was attracted too, but he still kept it down.
As his hand became covered in sticky white liquid, and An Xiaoyan panted for breath with a red face, Gu Jun finally let go. As soon as he let go, An Xiaoyan started incessantly apologizing. It was as if he had done something wrong.
"Just answer me this. Did it feel good?"
An Xiaoyan was still breathing hard. "Mr. Gu, go wash up. I couldn't keep it in and made you dirty."
