Su Meng's voice, after yet another intrusion by Chen An, had been unceasing, and it was amid such stimulating sensations that the lust of the two became more and more excited, catapulting them to different peaks over and over again.
With their prolonged entwinement, the area between Su Meng's legs was like a great flood, gushing out continuously, drenching the thighs of both, making the rare experiences even more palpable and ambiguous amid the sounds of wanton flowing.
To Chen An, Su Meng looked extremely tempting at this moment, her youthful face and the exaggeratedly white soccer balls in front of her were enough to catch Chen An's gaze, not to mention that Su Meng's legs were still resting on Chen An's shoulders!
The bold movements drew in and out repetitively, and their actions carried on for about twenty minutes in the quiet dorm, but for Chen An, satisfaction still seemed far from reach.
