That jade foot was also one of Lew Qingyi's most sensitive spots, making her moans even more sensuous.
Under Chen Mo's thrusts, she climaxed twice within ten minutes, and then Chen Mo flipped her over to enter from behind. Chen Mo had a special fondness for Lew Qingyi's buttocks and enjoyed the feeling of pressing against them with his lower abdomen, as if they were blocks of tofu.
Lew Qingyi felt a bit thirsty, having exuded so much moisture, and her moans never ceased; she needed to rehydrate.
So, she climbed up, reaching for the water bottle on the table.
Chen Mo's movements did not stop, and Lew Qingyi's delicate body trembled. Her actions seemed to be struggling to escape Chen Mo's devilish grasp, yet Chen Mo kept thrusting after her, making Lew Qingyi grip the edge of the sun lounger as she arduously pushed upward.
Finally, her hand reached the water bottle, and she grasped it, trying to twist it open.
