Even through her clothes, Lin Xiaoyan could fantasize about the indescribably delightful sensation of the man's palm. It was the consequence of a woman at her age not having been nourished by a man for a long time, the ambiguous intimacy made Lin Xiaoyan involuntarily crave more caressing.
Even if she couldn't let the man truly enter her body, such touching was enough to satisfy Lin Xiaoyan mentally, not to mention if at this moment Chen An desired her, she felt she might not resist but yield to him.
In fact, Lin Xiaoyan had already made up her mind before coming here, so she hadn't worn any underwear. The man's touch unleashed the long-suppressed desire within her, which couldn't help but emerge.
She could feel her body becoming more and more excited and sensitive under the purposeful and accidental brushes of the man's fingers, so she simply slowed down her own movements, allowing Chen An to roam freely over her beautifully firm breasts.
