In the cramped tin house, the enchanting atmosphere unfolded once again.
Li Qing gazed at the two women, feeling waves of heat rising in his heart.
He turned over and crawled up, his hands caressing Sister Hu's round and perky buttocks, fingers rubbing into the crease of her legs.
"Sister Hu, don't...don't use your tongue..."
Qi Xuelan gripped the bedsheet tightly, her delicate body trembling lightly as if shaking with chills.
"How does it feel? Comfortable?" Sister Hu looked up and asked with a smile.
Qi Xuelan pursed her lips tightly and nodded vigorously.
It really was comfortable, but she just felt somewhat uneasy...
It was a feeling that was absolutely unforgettable.
From the moment Qi Xuelan experienced it, she worried that she might become addicted to this sensation.
This trip, she had broken many of her life's "firsts".
For the first time, she had surrendered her body to a man other than her husband, for the first time experiencing a sense of unparalleled fullness.
