Li Qiang, with one hand bracing the back of the couch, placed his other hand on Lin Xi's face. Her smooth and fair skin was like fine suet jade, irresistible to the touch.
Lin Xi slightly squinted her eyes, she quite enjoyed Li Qiang's caress. His burning palm on her face seemed to sear its heat directly into her heart.
Lin Xi's breathing was somewhat rapid. Her soft, boneless hand slipped into Li Qiang's palm, her fingers gliding like a kitten's, tickling Li Qiang's heart as well.
Seeing Lin Xi's obedient yet seductive look, Li Qiang's blood boiled, and his manhood swelled with blood, clamoring to harshly punish the little minx.
Lin Xi, of course, noticed it. Her small hand gently wrapped around his substantial girth. Holding firm, she kneaded it at a leisurely pace—the blazing touch, the pulsing veins, and the nerves twitching now and then—all clearly showing how desperately this man before her wanted to possess her.
