Wang Hao rolled over, pinning Xia Xue beneath him, his hands firmly gripping her breasts, kneading them intensely.
Xia Xue's chest had grown a size larger than before, and while it still looked exquisitely petite, it now seemed even more tempting.
Xia Xue had long lost her bearings, letting Wang Hao do as he wished, letting his hands roam over her body, and his lips linger on her neck.
While kissing her, Wang Hao's right hand slowly moved downward, arriving at Xia Xue's flat belly, one hand resting on her waist, gently caressing it.
Xia Xue only felt Wang Hao's large hand electrify her, rendering her body weak and her legs involuntarily entwining around Wang Hao's muscular waist.
The two bodies writhed ceaselessly, Xia Xue's delicate form shivering nonstop, while Wang Hao's hand moved slowly upward, gliding downward...
Suddenly, Wang Hao stopped his movements, looked down, and found his trousers tenting.
Xia Xue noticed this as well, and her face flushed deep red.
