"Annoying!" Cheng Xinxue rolled her eyes and pouted, "I'm not even a hundred pounds yet, I just weighed myself the other day, I'm only 96 pounds!"
Cheng Xinxue's chest wasn't small, but among her peers, she was far smaller than Liu Mengyu.
However, Cheng Xinxue had her own advantages, which was her sufficiently large buttocks, not inferior to those of women who'd had children.
"Hmm!" Then, recalling the scene from yesterday of Jiang Jing sitting on Chen Bin's thing, she began to move slowly, "Brother Bin, are... are you comfortable?"
"Yesterday... my mom... when she sat on top of you, you must have felt... felt so good, right?"
"Is it... is it more comfortable for me to sit on top or for my mom to sit on you?"
Chen Bin wanted to tell Cheng Xinxue that his feelings towards Jiang Jing were different. He said that even if Jiang Jing just helped him out with her hand, it would feel especially good and completely different.
