Zhao Chi gently stroked Song Yan's hair, but he was breathing heavily with his mouth wide open, excitedly watching the enchantingly irresistible little figure of Song Yan under him, who was engulfing his sizeable manhood.
Song Yan let out a soft moan, ashamedly tilted her head forward, and took Zhao Chi's sizeable manhood even deeper before gently beginning to suckle.
What surprised Zhao Chi was that Song Yan, though already a married woman, was terrible at this skill, utterly clumsy.
Yet, having such a beautiful and captivating young woman take him in her mouth, her tender appearance still gave Zhao Chi an indescribable sense of pleasure and accomplishment.
Zhao Chi continued to gently touch Song Yan's glossy black hair, gazing down at her with a feeling of cultivating a little bitch, "Sister-in-law, does it feel good to have me in your mouth?"
Song Yan, with eyes misty, raised her head, still enclosing Zhao Chi's robust manhood, and whimpered with a shy nod.
