"Mmm! Ah! Ah! Chen Yang, stop... stop it! I... I can't take it!"
"Chen Yang, please! Ah! Ah! It's so ticklish!"
Zhang Huan ceaselessly twisted her fair body, her buttocks bowing and falling in rhythm, her secret dew flooding out uncontrollably, trickling down.
There was no longer any panic on her face, replaced instead by the utmost shame!
In her eyes, I was a pervert, scum, but now she was being so affected by me, the pervert, that the wetness continued to flow from below.
She felt ashamed, trying hard to endure, but she was too sensitive, unable to resist. Every time I twisted the Golden Needle, she would shudder violently, and that beautiful clam of hers trembled intensely too...
"Chen Yang, don't look! Please! I have a boyfriend..."
"Chen Yang, what have you done to me? Why do I feel like this... I've never felt this way before, it must be you!"
Seeing me bend down, my face almost touching her Peach Garden, she shivered with shame.
