"Haven't had enough." Jiang Su bit her collarbone, his fingers capturing hers one by one. He inhaled her scent, guiding her wrist to play. He pressed his lip to her ear, licking her earlobe slowly and murmuring with a raspy, provocative voice, "Your turn to try."
...
Last time it was Jiang Su who guided her, this time it was her turn.
Although she had tried once before, she was still a bit clumsy, the speed vacillating between fast and slow.
Even so, she felt her hand filled to capacity, struggling to keep a grip.
Gradually, Lin Wei's arm began to ache, unable to move, and she slowed down out of laziness.
Jiang Su bit her earlobe as if to punish her. His voice was muffled and seductive, "Why have you stopped?"
Lin Wei's fingers quivered, "Ah," she pondered for two seconds, "Does it seem different from last time?"
Jiang Su kissed her slender neck, "How is it different?"
Because of his kisses, Lin Wei's breath wavered, her voice trembling, "It seems bigger."
