"Ah! Ah!"
With my attack, Tang Qianqian's body shook even more violently, and her decibel level soared several degrees, clearly reaching the pinnacle of pleasure.
"Brother Yang, this feels so good, so thrilling!"
She moved faster and with more strength, rubbing her soft tenderness against my face, "I like this, do you, is it comfortable?"
With my face covered like this and hidden under her skirt, I could hardly hear what she was saying and couldn't make a sound, only managing to hum muffledly a few times.
"Comfortable?"
Tang Qianqian became even more excited, speeding up, with dew flooding like a disaster, pouring out, soaking my entire face.
I was enjoying it more and more, starting to become addicted to this feeling.
Thinking that we might be discovered, and I couldn't see anything, that nervous thrill sent my adrenaline soaring.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Tang Qianqian cried out in alarm and abruptly got up.
