At that moment, Song Yazhi, who was lying beside me, suddenly sat up, slowly took off her top, and revealed her enticing, plump peaches, looking at me with a flirtatious expression, as if she were shy yet longing to be touched.
"Xu Tian, didn't you just say you hadn't had enough? Now... touch them well again."
As she spoke, she drew my hand onto her peaches.
At this very moment, my hand was fondling Song Yazhi's peaches, while below, I was enjoying the caresses from Yang Yaxue.
This was not only a physical satisfaction, but even more, a psychological thrill.
Both of these women, weren't they the object of pursuit by thousands of men?
But now?
They were all mine!
After a few moments of fondling, as I became increasingly engorged, Yang Yaxue's breathing began to quicken, her eyes filled with intense yearning.
"Little Tian, let me take care of you..."
Before I could come back to my senses, she flipped over and slowly sat down on me.
"Oh..."
