Leng Yan's heart raced as Zhang Wei's lips moved down her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
The sound of the water falling from the showerhead filled the small bathroom, drowning out the sound of her own labored breaths.
Her hands fisted in his hair as his kisses became more urgent, more demanding.
She felt a flush spread across her skin, and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure.
As the water continued to cascade over them, Leng Yan pressed herself against the cool tiles of the shower wall.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her chest, and she opened her eyes in surprise.
The hand was cold, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
"Ahn~"
He hungrily cupped her ample breasts, marveling at their softness and weight.
A deep moan of pleasure escaped her lips as he squeezed and kneaded them, sending shivers of delight coursing through her body.
