' Why? Why am I doing this?'
' Hnngh, This…This isn't supposed to happen. I am…I am not that type of girl.'
' But…But can I tell him no? Can I stop his advances?'
' Fuck, He…He feels so good. My body…I have never felt this good before.'
Han Yun's breathings became harder as Jia Hao's finger kept stroking inside her wet folds. It was as if his finger knows her inside very well, pressing the most blissful spots without any hesitation.
Meanwhile, Han Yun's hands moved as she stroked the erect staff of Jia Hao standing bare and proud. As her palm slowly stroked, han Yun could feel the pulsing vein and the moist tip of his spear.
" You are…You are really a bastard." Han Yun spoke with a suppressed voice.
" I might be." Jia Hao grinned. " But, I am also honest, yeah? Besides, You don't hate this nature of mine."
" HNnnghh!~"
