Pressing against him, Zhang Ziwen's breath became heavy, as if he was on the edge of ecstasy. His heart was thudding in his throat, beneath his hand was He Li's silky back, sliding lower, passing her soft waist, moving towards her prominent, plush buttocks. His hand covered her voluptuous cheeks, pressing her pelvis even closer to his own, leaving not a single trace of space between them...
"Mmm... stop moving..." He Li's voice was soft and blurry. She tightened her arm around his hand and nuzzled her cheek against his. There was discomfort in her lower body. She shifted, seemingly trying to adjust her position and escape the source of her unrest in her dream.
