"Ah! Ah! So comfortable!"
Zhou Yaoyao's body arched to the extreme, warm and clear dew continuously gushed from below her, flooding disastrously.
"Dr. Chen, why is it still itchy? Mmm! Mmm!"
After only a moment, she began to twist her body again, constantly moaning, her blushing cheeks expressing the utmost embarrassment.
For her, I was a stranger, being caressed down there and reaching the peak had already been shameful enough, yet now the intense itching below hadn't subsided at all, she wanted to endure it, but it seemed she couldn't...
Her smooth, tender legs gently clamped together, rubbing my face actively with her warm, moist Peach Garden to relieve the severe itchiness.
"Dr. Chen, how much longer?"
Her voice trembled, "Why does it feel itchier, and a bit hot too?"
She was covering my face down there, and I couldn't speak, only manage to struggle free a bit, "It won't be much longer, the wound is healing now, just wait a little longer."
