Chen An felt Li Lingling actively using her hand to take care of him, which made him even more excited, and he felt his lower body becoming even more ferocious, wave after wave accepting Li Lingling's degrading compliance.
In the bathroom, the two continuously comforted each other with their hands, each finding the utmost pleasure amidst their affection. At the same time, they would talk about plumbing repairs, to keep Zhao Xiaoming on the couch from getting suspicious.
"Press against the wall, I'll do it from behind, but you've got to keep your mouth shut, don't bring your husband over here," Chen An panted heavily into Li Lingling's ear, whispering to her.
Chen An felt like his body was like a lit firecracker, about to explode at any moment, and Li Lingling's hand was no longer enough to satisfy him.
