Cen Pan's nipple, which had been itchy for a long time, was suddenly kissed. A comfortable feeling of pleasure overwhelmed her, and the shame was immediately washed away.
Cen Pan gritted her teeth and moaned softly. Her breasts swayed even more vigorously. Her entire breasts were rolling back and forth, while the glass was about to break.
"Pan Pan, be quiet," Ye Xiao reminded her on purpose.
Not far away, there was suddenly the sound of someone turning over. Cen Pan, who had lost her rationality from the pleasure, froze on the spot.
Ye Xiao increased the strength of his kneading and pinched her nipples tightly. He moved one hand past her lower abdomen and past her soft lips. His fingertips went straight to her lady part and he twirled it.
His hard fleshy stick was inserted into her voluptuous buttocks while he moved it back and forth to simulate the rhythm of sex.
