This was unbearable, Zhang Ziwen was caught in both the throes of ecstasy and torment as Tang Shu's gentle touch escalated his pleasure, all while He Li's firm hand was taming his arousal. He shifted his face, desperately hoping He Li would relent on his lower back. But things took another turn as his lips met her soft warmth. He Li's face had just lifted from his shoulder, it was incredibly well-timed, climaxing the moment when their four lips met in the darkness. Time seemed to freeze, their movements ceased, only leaving their hurried breaths that never stopped, nor did their heartbeats. The lingering scents between them was seductive, enticing. Suddenly, their slippery tongues started to probe and interweave on their own volition...