Zhang Xiaomeng's technique was very agile, sometimes gently stroking, other times increasing the pressure, Liu Bingrui, although she had made love with Zhang Xiaomeng several times before.
Was considered experienced.
But in front of Zhang Xiaomeng, a true veteran, all her defenses crumbled away.
When Zhang Xiaomeng's hand reached that dark, profound peach garden, Liu Bingrui completely surrendered.
"Bingrui, you're almost a river now, yet you say no," Zhang Xiaomeng teased.
Liu Bingrui dared not meet Zhang Xiaomeng's gaze.
However, with friends next door, it was difficult for her to break through this barrier.
Seeing that she was still holding back, Zhang Xiaomeng smiled and then laid her on the bed, gently removing her white blouse, and in just a moment, she was nothing but a little white lamb.
Only her tiny panties and bra, Liu Bingrui still steadfastly held her ground.
Zhang Xiaomeng was in no hurry.
Those thick lips gradually found their way to Liu Bingrui's earlobes.
