"Senior B-, Brother... Ahnnn♡♡!"
He Dongmei's soft, innocent moans were the only thing ringing repeatedly in Yang Wei's ears.
He applied a firmer grip.
As he tightened your hold, her breasts' smooth surfaces pressed more assertively against his palms. The tender, juicy meat of her breasts stretched taut, and Yang Wei felt a distinct resistance from the weight of her breasts, which now pushed back more forcefully against the confines of Yang Wei's strong, manly hands.
Indeed, her breasts were growing. . .
But more than that, her cultivation was blooming like a flower in the early morning immortal sun.
In his hands, Yang Wei could feel her breasts inflating bit by bit, and more than that, as He Dongmei climaxed little by little, she squirted out not only honey, but also impurities.
The experience for He Dongmei became more intense.
"AAaUUuuHHnhhn~~♡!"
