Oh!
The instant I grasped her, I couldn't help but moan out loud, my entire body shuddering.
It felt amazing!
Not just the wonderful touch was unparalleled and soul-stirring, but even more so was the psychological stimulation, the intense pleasure brought on by our identities!
She was my cousin-in-law, and yet, I was pinching such a private, precious part of her!
"Ah!"
As I kneaded her forcefully, Song Yiran's delicate body shook violently, emitting a high-pitched cry. Her reaction was quite strong, but she wasn't angry, more embarrassed.
"Xiao Yang, you... how can you touch my breast? No! We can't do this, take your hand away, ah! Stop pinching! Mmm! Mmm! Sister-in-law is begging you!"
Her voice trembled as she begged, her face blushing as if it could drip blood.
"Sister-in-law, I'm massaging you!" I panted as I spoke.
