Li Qiang sucked hungrily along the shapely rise of He Man's breasts, leaving behind a trail of pink marks that looked utterly decadent.
He Man sobered up for a moment, her face flushed with lust, the corners of her eyes glistened with tears and red marks, "Stop, not here, someone might come outside."
"Sure, sure, I won't do it here," Li Qiang said with his mouth, but his hands were busy, traveling down her smooth body to her dripping wet blossom, breaking the promise he made less than a minute ago.
Panting, his voice was low and husky, filled with a thick male magnetism, "Xiaoman, I want you, I want your wet, slippery pussy, and your soft, tender tits, let's do it right here."
He Man raised her voice, "Li Qiang..."
But the next second, she quickly covered her mouth with her hands, her cheeks turning beet red, shaking her head persistently.
