Just as Dazhuang's hands were about to touch Sister Ying's perky buttocks, he suddenly stopped. Then, he began to knead upward slowly, eliciting from Sister Ying the kind of comfortable moans she had started making again.
Soon, Dazhuang's hands reached between her legs and began to linger there, kneading forcefully, and from time to time stealthily moving towards her groin—albeit briefly.
Even so, Sister Ying's body showed a very strong reaction.
"Dazhuang, your hands are so warm, you massage so well—it's truly a treat, much better than those so-called massage masters."
Closing her eyes to savor the moment, Sister Ying's fair body occasionally twisted, and her beautiful legs entwined and gently rubbed against each other.
Dazhuang, inflamed by the sight, several times wanted to take things further but dared not.
After all, Sister Ying's status was too prestigious, not one easily offended.
"Dazhuang, keep going."
