Under this exhilarating and indulgent atmosphere, Zhang Xiaorui had completely forgotten what shame was, her whole being sunk deep into the ambiguity and promiscuity from which she couldn't extricate herself, sinking deeper and deeper.
Feeling her best friend Liu Sitong's tension, she mustered the courage and pretended to unconsciously wrap her arms around the other's delicate body. Their bare, burning hot bodies immediately pressed against each other.
Zhang Xiaorui's upper body, tightly pressed against Liu Sitong's naked form, her smooth and slender legs were draped over Liu Sitong's jade ones. Their two pairs of proud white rabbits were pressed tightly together, the tips of the red grapes and pink cherries rubbing constantly with Zhao Chi's thrusts.
The blanket had long since slipped away, nowhere to be seen. Most of Zhang Xiaorui's delicate body was exposed, and in the gloomy light, Zhao Chi could vaguely see the two tender and enchanting bodies clinging to one another.
