Pei Jing grabbed Ling Han's br*asts with one hand and pinched her n*pples.
At the same time, Pei Jing's knees pressed against Ling Han's nether regions, alternating between pressing against her lightly and heavily.
"Miss, between that coach and me, who do you like better?"
Pei Jing's question was full of jealousy. However, he didn't wait for Ling Han to answer him. He simply lowered his head and kissed her lips.
With a few touches on her body, the lewd fluids in Ling Han's entrance flowed out. Some of it even drenched the cloth covering Pei Jing's knees.
Pei Jing's breathing became heavier. When he finally let go of her, a trace of crystal-clear saliva connected the two of them. It was a very amorous sight.
"Are you the King of Jealousy in East Asia? You're jealous of everyone."
"Miss, you're mine."
Pei Jing knelt on both sides of Ling Han's legs. He let go of her br*asts and moved his fingers downward. He opened up Ling Han's slightly red and swollen entrance.
"Mmm..."
Because they were too unrestrained a couple of days ago, Ling Han's delicate body had already become somewhat swollen.
Pei Jing became more careful in his movements. He pressed his meat stick against her entrance and tried to move his waist forward. Inch by inch, he inserted his meat stick into her body.
"Ahh... Mmm... Faster..."
Ling Han couldn't help but twist her waist and frown as she urged him.
"Miss, if you want me to go faster, don't clamp so tightly."
Beads of sweat dripped from Pei Jing's head. However, this was not something that Ling Han could control. Pei Jing was helpless. He rubbed her cl*toris with his hand and used his other hand to pinch Ling Han's n*pples.
More arousal fluid oozed out of Ling Han's lower body. Pei Jing stuffed a slender finger into her entrance and pried open the tender flesh inside.
"Ahh..."
Just one finger was enough to make Ling Han sensitively wriggle her body. When it was about time, Pei Jing pulled his hand out and smoothly thrust his meat stick into her.
"Ahh --"
"Mmm..."
The two moaned in satisfaction at the same time. At this moment, both of them were sweating all over. Fortunately, this was a private lounge, so they weren't worried that others would see them.
"Ah Jing, your... is too big, it's so big..."
"You don't like it, Miss?"
As Pei Jing spoke, his meat stick twitched slightly. Ling Han clasped her hands on both sides of the sofa. She raised her head and exclaimed, "Ahh... I, I like it..."
Pei Jing's lower body moved faster and faster. The sound of his groaning almost drowned out Ling Han's moaning.
"Ahh... be gentle... too, too fast... my lower body... is going to break..."
The ecstasy that was almost suffocating was transported from her lower body to the cerebral cortex. Ling Han's brain was in a state of confusion from the penetration. When she looked at Pei Jing, it was as if her eyes were separated by a layer of mist.
At the moment of the climax, Ling Han only opened her mouth, but could not make a sound. Pei Jing lowered his head and kissed her cherry lips, greedily swallowing her sweetness in his mouth, blocking Ling Han's breathing and moaning.
The head of his meat stick played with Ling Han's entrance again and again. And each time, it went deeper into her. After dozens of wild thrusting, the two finally climaxed together.
Ling Han lazily allowed Pei Jing to dress her. She lay limply in his arms, too tired to even lift her eyelids.
"Miss, if you want to exercise, I can make love to you every day. It can be considered a form of exercise."