"What, how was I before? Tell me, because I really can't remember?"
At this critical moment, He Qianhui knew that whatever Zhang Hao said, he was doing it on purpose.
"Hao, how did you become so naughty, forcing me to say such embarrassing words?"
The pace of the thrusting was already slow, but it became even slower because Qianhui refused to say those words. The intervals felt as long as a century!
To soothe the itch, Qianhui placed her hand on her clit and frantically rubbed, trying to find relief in this way.
Seeing this, Zhang Hao quickly grabbed her hand to stop her from moving!
"Ah ah ah, let go of my hand, it's so itchy!"
The louder Qianhui begged for mercy, the less Zhang Hao was willing to let go of her hand, his movements remaining as slow as an old ox pulling a cart.
Such a slow rhythm was not enough to satisfy Qianhui's needs. To get a deeper penetration, she began bucking her hips upwards relentlessly.
