"Mmm! Mmm! Ah! That feels so good!"
"Yes, that's good! Harder, that's right! Ah! Ah!"
Zhou Jing, with her lips parted, let out high-pitched, delighted moans. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, her striking face flushed red as she completely lost herself.
Under my kneading, her tender and enticing body continuously arched and twisted, and a pair of fair, long legs kept clenching tightly, rubbing against…
Her response was intense. After just a few presses, she seemed to become addicted. On one hand, it was due to the sensitivity common in young girls; on the other, it was related to her flirtatious character.
She was truly sexy!
While massaging her, I took another look. Her heavy makeup, captivating and enchanting face youthful and tender, and her graceful, hot figure, were all seducing me.
Hearing her soul-stirring, licentious moans, my blood surged wave after wave.
"Zhou, what did you just say? It doesn't hurt?"
"Ah? No… it does hurt!"
