"Hmm ah~"
"So comfortable, hmm, so comfortable."
Liu Weiwei moaned seductively, her voice making the mattress shake in rhythm with her body.
Zhao Xue wasn't asleep; she lay on her side, her back turned to Liu Weiwei and Wang Dahai.
Listening to those unabashed moans, Zhao Xue bit her lip in frustration.
She felt an impulse to turn around, but she suppressed it.
Don't look back.
She must be faking it, she definitely hasn't done anything with Wang Dahai.
Yes, that must be it.
Yet, at that moment, Wang Dahai was tormented with pleasure and pain.
Liu Weiwei was too skilled, her plump yet resilient waist making movements that almost took his breath away.
Her silky little intimates were already soaked, pressing his prized possession tightly between her legs, the friction front and back as she moved made him shiver with delight.
His hands were grasping her fullness.
Yet he had to refrain from acting recklessly; after all, he was supposed to be asleep.
