"Ah! Senior, don't... don't touch there!"
Wen Yao cried out in alarm.
Her soft and glutinous voice, mixed with extreme shyness, made Li Chen even harder; a big tent was pitched below his waist.
Fortunately, Wen Yao was lying down, so she didn't have to worry about it being discovered.
"I need to check you, how can I take it out without looking clearly," Li Chen said with a smile.
"Senior, please... please don't touch, it feels so weird..." Wen Yao lay there, continually pleading.
Perhaps it was too tense, or perhaps too stimulating, her curvaceous body trembled nonstop.
The fullness and pride under her white shirt also shook up and down with her body's trembling.
Li Chen watched, his heart and mind trembling with desire.
His fingers, after touching that Peach Blossom, retracted, looking at the nectar all over his fingertips, he sucked it off; it was pure, without any taste.
He didn't know whether Wen Yao was too sensitive, or what.
He hesitated for a moment.
