With a buzz.
My head instantly became extremely congested, dizzying me momentarily.
The view before me was too beautiful, another intoxicating sight that left one utterly mesmerized.
Incredibly plump and, moreover, extremely tender and pink.
A beautiful seam ran down the middle, which, due to extreme excitement, had slightly parted, revealing a gentle trickle of dew emerging from within, sparkling and clear—this scene was truly picturesque!
I was paralyzed, watching in a trance, as if my soul had been hooked into the splendor of that seam.
"Ah! Ah! Husband, that feels good!"
Fang Yiqing was still moaning, her slender jade fingers had reached below the mounds, to that most sensitive spot, and she began kneading forcefully.
While pressing, she cried out, her voice growing increasingly louder, completely intoxicated by the sensation.
