Zhang Yun, upon noticing the change in Ye Tian's pants,
stretched out her right hand and, through the fabric of his pants, grasped Ye Tian's Furious Dragon.
"You little brat, it looks like you really want to find out who's tighter, me or Sister Fei!"
"Look at this pathetic thing, it has gotten so big!"
"Men are all no good."
Zhang Yun's jade hand began to teasingly move Ye Tian's Furious Dragon back and forth.
Ye Tian couldn't bear it any longer.
Zhang Yun's words were like pouring gasoline all over his body.
And then setting it on fire!
Now, Zhang Yun's jade hand was fiddling with his Furious Dragon, which had reared its head.
He flipped over in one swift motion, pinning Zhang Yun on the backseat once again.
His hands plunged into Zhang Yun's white undershirt simultaneously.
After deftly flipping open Zhang Yun's bra,
his hands unimpededly clutched Zhang Yun's full mounds.
Like kneading dough.
Ye Tian's hands began to knead unrestrainedly.
It felt incredibly good.
