Seeing Song Yu already aroused, Li Chen found himself even more unable to stop.
He immediately withdrew his hand and slid it under her skirt and into her bodystocking, moving downward to that already overflowing Secret Garden and started caressing it.
Without any barrier, feeling her delicate and slippery Peach Blossom was even more stimulating and thrilling.
Wet and tender, the Peach Blossom.
It seemed like the most wonderful place on earth.
Li Chen fondled it with abandon, savoring the moment.
After touching around for a while, he hooked her slightly wet panties aside, pressing against that delicate seam.
In an instant, his fingers were completely soaked with the emerging dew.
"Ah! Brother Chen, don't… don't touch there, it's too intense! Ah! Ah!"
With just a few rubs up and down, Song Yu trembled even more violently.
Her hand covered her red lips, yet enchanting moans still drifted out.
But, the sounds were very suppressed, very low.
