Du Xiaoxiao never imagined she would make such shameful sounds.
And her, always unyielding, watched as Zhang Xiaomeng was on top of her, fervently kissing those pearls.
This filled her with immense shame.
But soon, she held back, making no sound at all.
However, enduring in such a way was no solution, her pretty face covered with fine beads of sweat, exceptionally beautiful, and it was hard for Du Xiaoxiao to bear.
Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaomeng's other hand was covering another expanse of white clouds.
The soft, delicate sensation, as he kneaded, was almost too much for Du Xiaoxiao.
Zhang Xiaomeng felt greatly aroused; he never thought that this woman, Du Xiaoxiao, could have such a perfect side. Perhaps it was her slightly rebellious nature, her current struggle between rejection and shyness, that gave Zhang Xiaomeng a fresh experience and thrill.
Before long, Du Xiaoxiao could no longer contain herself.
