Song Lisha grasped Yao Yu's hands, and their delicate bodies entangled with each other. Then, their soft, tender, snowy-white bosoms started rubbing and squeezing together as Song Lisha twisted and turned, brushing against each other continuously. The friction of their slippery soft flesh against one another caused both women to involuntarily start panting with desire.
"Mmm... Ahhh... Lisa, what... what kind of massage is this? I... I can't take it anymore..." Yao Yu said, her voice soft and supple.
