"Xiao Chen, does it feel good?"
Ms. Qin Lu's mature and soft body lay upon my back, her red lips close to my ear, whispering gently.
The fragrant warmth of her breath tickled me, while the large, tender whiteness of her chest pressed against my back, soft yet resilient, utterly comfortable.
At this moment, I was still savoring the soul-stirring pleasure we had just shared—truly unforgettable!
"Comfortable!"
Breathing heavily and burning up again, her sexy and delightful body rubbed gently against my back, the soft white mounds, and the tender pink cherries, making me shiver with pleasure.
"Ms. Qin Lu, lie down!"
Unable to resist her teasing any longer, I flipped over and instructed her to lie down.
"Xiao Chen, what are you going to do?"
Qin Lu lay on the table, looking at me with a gaze that was shy yet tantalizing, even deliberately covering her chest and the beautiful Peach Garden below.
