Previously, the two of them had an unspoken agreement, knowing where to draw the line.
But after tasting that soul-devouring, bone-melting ecstasy, this time, Li Chen could hardly contain himself.
Listening to Han Yue's enchanting moans, and inhaling the fragrance of her youthful body, his blood surged, and his manhood stood erect, unbearably swollen.
Having feasted on those tender cherries for a while, he moved downwards, skimming past her smooth, flat belly, pausing on those round, beautiful legs wrapped in jeans.
Of course, not forgetting that full, pert butt.
His lips kissed around her belly button, as his hand reached for her thigh, caressing gently.
Even through a layer of denim, the touch felt comfortable.
Very soft, very firm.
He caressed her thighs for a bit, then gradually ventured towards that mystical triangular area.
He had once, after much persuasion, caught a glimpse of the scenery within, leaving an indelible impression.
