Liu Chao was fiddling with his limp thing in one hand, while the other was greedily kneading Wang Xiru's peachy behind.
Wang Xiru bit her lip lightly, her face slightly blushed with a spring-like eagerness in her eyes as she moaned, "Mmm... Ah-Chao, you're making me so uncomfortable, can you even do it, hurry up... I... I want it."
Seeing her like that, I suddenly felt a bit jealous, for some reason.
Perhaps she was thinking about my firmness and thickness at this moment.
She certainly wished Liu Chao could be more effective.
"If you really can't, let's just forget it," Wang Xiru pouted, her eyes full of resentment.
Liu Chao chuckled, "Wife, don't rush, it'll be ready soon."
Although he said that, I clearly saw that his thing was still limp, utterly devoid of fighting spirit.
As he spoke, he reached his hand towards the deeper part between Wang Xiru's legs.
"Mmm..."
With Liu Chao's teasing, she instinctively twisted her body, and the tempting peach on her chest trembled.
