A loud gasp escaped Xiang Ling's lips and her body shuddered as tingles of sweet pleasure ran through her entire body the moment Zhe Yuan's thumb brushed over her little bud.
Her fingers clutched into tight fists and she found herself arching her back to push herself against his hands. At first, it was just a soft caress of his fingers against her aching core, but it soon turned into way more. His fingers played around her folds, touching and caressing everywhere except for the little pink bud that was throbbing in need of his touch.
She tried to wait patiently for him to eventually relieve her from the desperate need but soon realized that the man was enjoying torturing her.
"Ah Yuan..."
