"Xiao Chen, I'm so cold! Your body is so warm! It feels so good!"
Although the air conditioner was on and the bed was covered with thick blankets, Qin Meng kept complaining about being cold, clinging tightly to me and rubbing her burning hot skin against mine, relentlessly.
I, on the other hand, was in utter agony.
Her two large, tender, and white mounds were constantly pressing against me, their soft and elastic touch incredibly seductive, and with my Great General trapped at her most delicate spot, being rubbed incessantly, it felt like it was about to explode.
"Xiao Chen!"
First, she wrapped her arms around me, rubbing her scorching cheek against me, and then she reached down, removed my pants and revealed my fiercely hot Precious Sword.
"Xiao Chen, it's so hot! Mmm! That feels so good!"
She grasped it tightly with her delicate white hand, stroking constantly, while letting out vague and enticing moans, a blush slowly spreading across her pale face.
