"Ah! Xiao Chen, what the hell are you doing?"
"Massaging! It's a technique of massage!"
Li Chen replied seriously.
Watching the two huge waves pressed together, the chasm between them deepened even more.
Two hands, one in each, rubbing back and forth.
The swaying tender cherries sent him into a frenzy.
He couldn't help but increase the pressure of his hands.
Never stopping the rubbing, he also kneaded and squeezed, morphing them into various shapes in his hands.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
At first, Li Yiren bit her lower lip, trying to maintain her composure.
But gradually, as Li Chen's movements got faster and his grip firmer, she couldn't hold back any longer and cried out loud.
"Xiao Chen, is this really just a massage? Why does it feel so damn good?"
"Ah! Lighter, it's too intense! Oh! Don't touch the beans up there, I'm super sensitive, ah! Don't touch, I really can't take it..."
After kneading the base for a while, Li Chen's hands slowly climbed to the summit.
