Yang Zishan suddenly cried out coquettishly, biting her lip and scolding, "Who told you to mess around, just give a proper massage."
"Sister Shan, I am massaging right now, didn't I tell you just now, this is a brand new technique I've just learned."
Wu Xiaoshan chuckled mischievously, ignoring Yang Zishan's words, and continued to take advantage without hesitation.
Seeing that Yang Zishan had nothing more to say, Wu Xiaoshan grinned and tugged at her pink nightgown, "Sister Shan, your clothes are too wet, it's not convenient for me to massage you, how about you take it off?"
Through the physical contact just now, Wu Xiaoshan knew that this nightgown was Yang Zishan's last barrier; if it were taken off, that would be...
"All right, I'm not massaging anymore."
Just a moment ago, Yang Zishan was about to agree.
In the midst of turmoil and passion, she suddenly managed to keep her composure, placing her hands on Wu Xiaoshan's chest.
