"Xiao Yang, don't rush!"
Zhu Yanjiao didn't resist, but her trembles grew even more intense.
Her entire body was burning up, her ripe and tender body like a ball of fire, becoming even more comfortable to hold.
"I'll just hold you!"
I was panting, not letting go, greedily sniffing her scent. She hmmed, began to relax, and let me hold her.
We stayed like that for a while before we finally separated.
Her stunningly beautiful face was red, her eyes shy with a hint of allure, as she inadvertently glanced at my lower body before quickly looking away.
"Let's do the treatment here! I'm ready, with wet wipes, towels, and I even got a basin of water."
She walked over to the sofa.
I looked and nodded; she liked cleanliness, and of course, these things were necessary.
"Xiao Yang, this time... this time it can't be like last time, you have to be careful, understand?" Zhu Yanjiao sat down, reached out to undo her clothes, then stopped, looking at me with embarrassment.
