"Boss, pinch my Little Honey Bean!"
Zheng Yuyu's sultry eyes turned silky as the pleasure escalated.
Although she thought she might suffer a bit, she suddenly seemed to enjoy it as well.
Yang Fan reached out and grabbed Zheng Yuyu's Little Honey Bean, which was as small as a pea and stood proudly upright, and gently kneaded it.
But Zheng Yuyu was not satisfied with the intensity of the kneading, and once again spoke up, "Boss, harder, tug them. The harder you go, the more comfortable I feel, the slight pain is very stimulating."
Yang Fan paused, realizing she had such a kink.
This novelty intrigued Yang Fan a great deal.
He slightly increased his grip, tugging and twisting the Little Honey Bean repeatedly.
"Ah... ah..."
Zheng Yuyu's moans grew louder, even taking on a bit of a scream.
She indeed seemed to be enjoying it.
Her face instantly flushed like spreading rosy clouds, and sweat beaded on her forehead.
