"I feel like your emotions aren't quite intense yet, and you're not that thirsty," Yang Fan deliberately said.
Fan Sisi turned her head and glared at Yang Fan angrily. "You bad egg!"
"Hey? Take a moment to choose your words, oh." Yang Fan lovingly toyed with those peachy buttocks, laughing as he spoke.
The feel of it, truly irresistible.
"Nasty Yang Fan, can you hurry up and do me, please? I'm itching... down there, I want you inside," Fan Sisi whispered in a sweet, plaintive voice, enduring the unbearable sensation in her body as if ten thousand insects were gnawing at her.
"Seems like it's still lacking a bit of enthusiasm, oh!" Yang Fan took to teasing, deliberately speaking again.
The pleading look in Fan Sisi's eyes almost shot flames. "Fuck me hard now!"
Yang Fan burst into laughter. "Alright, alright, coming right up."
She looked like she was about to explode.
