Li Chen's assault continued unabated.
After consecutive peaks, the tender Peach Blossom grew several degrees warmer and even tighter, multiplying the pleasure of each penetration and withdrawal several times over.
And so, with relentless attacks persisting for quite a while, Song Yu let out another broken, high-pitched scream.
"Brother Chen, haven't you finished yet? You're gonna wreck your little sister! Ah! It hurts but it feels so good! Whimper! What am I supposed to do?"
Song Yu was now babbling senselessly.
Her hands clasped her full, perky breasts, kneading them wantonly, continuing to moan in a hoarse voice.
Li Chen was fiercely stimulated again.
He buried his head into those two mounds of fullness, kissing and nibbling with particular vigor.
The sublime taste between his lips and teeth, combined with the mounting pleasure below, grew increasingly intense, causing his body to gradually tremble.
"Xiao Yu, I'm about to let go!"
