So plump, so tender!
A bit damp, and a wave of hot and humid air.
The soul-stirring sensation made me shiver with delight, I couldn't stop touching her, continuing downward to cover her entire luscious, soft Peach Garden.
"Ah!!! Chen Yang, stop! Stop!"
Cheng Rui shook even more violently, holding my head, continuously crying out, but from below her, dew had already begun to surge out, seeping bit by bit, dampening my palm.
I couldn't stop, and I was too excited to stop, thrilled to the extreme.
My fingertips tenderly teased and roamed; once she overflowed with more dew, I slid down, finding that one sensitive spot and began to stimulate it.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
She immediately went into almost a frantic convulsion, clutching my head tightly, her cries urgent and piercing.
"Chen Yang, don't, you must stop! Mm! Mm! Stop, please, I'm begging you!"
