"Stop…it…stop… I…." Mo Qiang did not know what went wrong, although she was the one who provoked Xie Jie, she was the one who was suffering. With her hands tied above her head, she could feel his hands roaming on her body. That was not all, the small pink toy that was stuck to her wet core was also the cause of her tragic condition.
She could feel it hum against her moistened lips causing all sorts of noises to fill the silent room. Even her lips that she wanted to close did not close, instead moans after moans left her lips as she arched her back and tried to take off the thing that was humming against her dripping core.
"Qi Qi, do you not like it?" Xie Jie hummed against her bosom as he flicked her hardened bud with his tongue. His free hand kneaded and moulded the other mound causing Mo Qiang to shudder. Her eyes were covered with a layer of haze as she shook her head and muttered, "It…It feels weird to take it off, I don't want it."
