"Hmm! Hmm!"
As I reached below and gently stroked her lush valley, Ling Xiangyu responded even more vigorously, sucking fervently on my tongue.
My hand continued downward, arriving at that snowy, pure Peach Garden. With just a touch, my hand was covered in dew.
Sister Xiangyu was already drenched through and through!
"Ah! Ah!" As I began to move, attacking her most sensitive spot a few times, she suddenly broke free from my lips and let out a piercing scream.
"Xiao Chen, don't, it's not wiped yet! It's a bit dirty!" She seized my hand, pleading with a trembling voice. Her beautiful face was so red it looked like it could bleed.
She grasped with such strength that I had to stop and pull out; my fingers were already coated in moisture. After a sniff, there was no odd smell, just a fragrant one instead.
So, I put them in my mouth and sucked them clean.
