Yang Yuan seemed to use Yang Fan's body as a bed, embracing Yang Fan's waist, rolling and tossing about while acting coquettishly.
The small and soft body pressed tightly against Yang Fan's, and he could vaguely feel the friction of two soft mounds.
This caused Yang Fan to become somewhat restless, as a little tent quietly pitched itself.
He couldn't help but remember what happened on the night of Yang Yuan's birthday.
Under the guise of elegant lady's attire hid a pair of sexy Xiao Ding, and parting them revealed a beauteous, watery charm.
"Stop, stop, I'll buy it for you, just don't roll anymore... if you keep going... I might just explode," Yang Fan hastily exclaimed.
Yang Yuan immediately stopped, tilting her little face upward, smilingly looking at Yang Fan, "Brother, you promised?"
"Promised, promised, but didn't we just buy it this morning? After eating such a big pile, can you still eat?" asked Yang Fan.
