"Yuyan, faster, go faster," Zhang Xiaomeng kept urging.
As Wang Yuyan heard her lover's gentle words, she sped up as well. Ten minutes passed, and Wang Yuyan's mouth was numb, yet Zhang Xiaomeng remained as hard as iron.
Whimper, whimper, whimper.
"Xiaomeng, how can you still be so powerful," Wang Yuyan complained, as every time Zhang Xiaomeng would leave her utterly spent.
Zhang Xiaomeng chuckled, "If I'm not strong, then I wouldn't be your man."
"Hehe, Yuyan, come sit back on this spot," Zhang Xiaomeng said playfully, eyeing Wang Yuyan's full, perky buttocks, clearly harboring significant ideas.
Wang Yuyan's pretty face blushed, "I don't want to, you're going to be bad again."
She knew exactly what Zhang Xiaomeng wanted to do, having never done it with Zhang Xiaomeng in a car before, it filled her with nervousness, worried about what would happen if they were discovered.
Yet, a strong sense of stimulation surged within her, leaving her somewhat head over heels.
