"Hmm, ah~"
Wu Qiangwei's cheeks were flushed, and she let out a soft moan.
The hands that Wang Dahai held were clasped tightly with his own, beyond her control.
She gently tilted back her neck, her red lips slightly parted, her delicate face showing a faint haze, her eyes involuntarily half-closed, with long lashes trembling.
Wang Dahai suckled on her earlobe, gripping her hands firmly, the friction in his palms bringing stimulation to both of them.
He slowly drew in his waist, then slowly thrust forward again.
Between her tightly closed legs, with the aid of her wetness, he pressed against that overflowing valley, rubbing back and forth.
The flames of desire within both of them were ignited in that moment.
Both of their rational minds told them they couldn't go on like this.
Yet at that moment, they both pushed these thoughts to the back of their minds, neither willing to let the other go.
Suddenly, Wang Dahai stopped.
