"Ah! Lingling, you've got to stop, don't squeeze there..."
Wen Yao's body, sprawled out, shook even more violently.
Her two cherry-tips, swollen from Han Ling's kneading, coupled with the relentless pounding from behind, under the dual assault, her delicate arms could no longer hold her up, and she collapsed forward.
Only her pale butt remained perkily raised, continuing to withstand her lover's frenzied thrusts.
"Lingling, you're so naughty! How have I bullied you? I was just trying to make you relax for your first time. I wanted you to loosen up... Ah! You're kissing me now too..."
The soul-melting screams grew even more piercing.
"It's too stimulating! Too comfortable! Naughty Lingling, you're kissing me now, huh? I'll kiss you back, let's see who's afraid!"
Wen Yao was far from giving in.
Her slender, fair hands also reached for Han Ling's round breasts, touching and squeezing each other.
"Oh!"
"Ah!"
Panting and moaning sounds echoed back and forth.
