After stepping forward, Wang Dahai reached out and embraced her waist, pulling their bodies together.
Then somewhat dominantly, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Zhao Xue moaned, her small mouth defenseless, as his tongue plundered inside, stirring her into dizzying delirium, incapable of breaking free from the addiction.
Wang Dahai held her, slowly sitting down on the bed, leaning to one side as they French-kissed.
His hands meanwhile, were exploring her body.
Her oversized T-shirt proved especially convenient for Wang Dahai.
His hands slipped inside the T-shirt, caressing the delicate young body, heating his desire as he played and fondled unrestrainedly.
She too was touched until her whole body heated up, her body twisting.
After kissing like this for a while, Wang Dahai lifted her onto his lap, one hand reaching down.
