Chen Xiaolong was caught off guard, and the handle between his legs was directly seized, causing him to let out a few involuntary sounds.
"Hiss, Xi, you, you're doing this."
Chen Xiaolong gasped in a breath of cool air, being caressed by that soft hand felt incredibly blissful.
Not only that, but the hand also deliberately moved rhythmically up and down, providing the utmost stimulation.
It only took a little pressure, and Chen Xiaolong was already crying out that he couldn't take it.
"Xiaolong, you're reacting so strongly, are you that sensitive to my touch?"
Song Qian was delighted by the hunt, and in fact, this wasn't the first time she had seen Chen Xiaolong like this, much more adept than last time.
After several rounds of up and down, Chen Xiaolong was panting heavily from Song Qian's delicate hand, his blood rushing to his head.
"Xi, you are so beautiful."
Chen Xiaolong raised his head to look at Song Qian's beautiful face and couldn't help but speak.
