After a few minutes, Xu Qianghua used his hands to fondle their breasts, which made them moan softly, and then, slowly, they moved downward, massaging their lower areas.
"A-ah," An Zhihao moaned.
"W-what are you doing?" Lin Yue asked, her tone breathless.
He didn't reply and just grinned, his gaze lingering on their expressions.
He continued, his fingers trailing their pussies, his palms massaging their clits.
"A-ah," they moaned, their eyes fluttering.
He didn't stop and slid his hand further down, his fingers teasing their slits.
"A-ah," An Zhihao groaned, her hips swaying.
"M-mmm," Lin Yue whimpered, her back arching.
Xu Qianghua smiled and then, with a devious grin, pushed a finger into their pussies, and then added a second.
"A-ah," they cried, their eyes closing.
Their bodies tensed, their toes curling.
"S-so good," An Zhihao groaned, her breath short.
"Y-yes," Lin Yue stammered, her eyes half-closed.
