Li Chen was somewhat surprised that Wen Yao had even told Han Ling about his girlfriend.
But what surprised him even more was there being another even bigger fool.
The sense of satisfaction within him peaked.
Embracing the pure body of the young girl, kissing her, was an incomparable pleasure, one that could thrill to the core.
His tongue entered her fragrant mouth, sucking gently, while his fingers caressed the delicate smooth skin, gradually moving past the flat, tight belly, towards the girl's wondrous place.
"Oh!"
Han Ling's eyes were closed, and from her throat came a captivating sound.
Her delicate face showed both a girl's shyness and an inexplicable joy.
"Lingling, does this feel good?"
Li Chen's hand had now fully reached that wondrous spot, gently kneading it.
It was round and bulging, and even through the pink cartoon panties, Li Chen could feel the tenderness inside, an ecstatic touch that completely intoxicated him.
