Fuck!
Who the hell could stand this?
Zhao Chi's breathing involuntarily quickened once again, his big fellow in Liu Sitong's hands also couldn't help but twitch.
As Liu Sitong's licking and nibbling continued, Zhao Chi's breaths grew even more rapid, and waves of heat sprayed onto Liu Sitong's lower area, making her itch unbearably.
Seemingly seeking some solace, Liu Sitong stretched her body in an effort to get closer to Zhao Chi, and eventually, she reached Zhao Chi's chin.
At this position, all Zhao Chi would need to do was lower his head to easily taste that sweet spring he longed for in his dreams, yet he dared not move. He could only let Liu Sitong's pert backside sway back and forth, as that part of her body rubbed against his chin incessantly.
Zhao Chi had grown a bit of a beard, and Liu Sitong found the roughness of his stubble against her to be peculiar, but it at least helped with the itching.
"Mmm... Ah..."
