"Chen Yang, no..."
Han Yumeng pressed her hands even tighter, covering that plump, tender Peach Garden, but her body subtly twisted, her voluptuous bottom lifting up rhythmically as if she couldn't suppress the itch below.
Her blush was fierce, her eyes sometimes hazy, and at times, they regained a bit of clarity.
She harbored some desire within, yet the last shred of reasoning prevented her from accepting me.
I was momentarily stunned, kneeling before her, my own arousal quivering, as hard as iron.
I was also very desirous!
Madly wanting to part her hands, to intrude upon this dreamland!
When I finally reached out, trying to move her hands aside, after only a slight struggle, she gave up resisting, moving her hands away and seizing the clothing beneath her.
Sometimes she would gaze at the ferocity below me, and at other times, she'd turn her face away, shivering with embarrassment.
