"Hurry, call my name," Lew Qingyi panted as she licked Chen Mo's chest with her wet and slippery tongue.
While breathing heavily, she directed Chen Mo.
Chen Mo, feeling the stimulation Lew Qingyi was giving him, always felt that this woman had a certain special fetish.
But he couldn't ignore Lew Qingyi's requests. After some thought, Chen Mo's lips finally moved slightly, and he called out Lew Qingyi's name.
Lew Qingyi became even more excited upon hearing Chen Mo's voice.
So much so that her soft waist twisted even more vigorously.
Chen Mo watched as Lew Qingyi took one of his nipples into her mouth, then her tongue started to spin like a high-speed motor.
Chen Mo clearly sensed Lew Qingyi's surging desire again.
This made Chen Mo reflect.
There's a saying, "Women at thirty are like wolves, at forty like tigers, and at fifty they can suck the earth sitting down."
Lew Qingyi, still in her forties, was at an age as ferocious as wolves and tigers.