"Little Jia, are you at home?" Ye Tong's voice, tinged with a hint of tiredness, rang out on the phone.
"Ah... ah... I'm at home," Li Jia, a bit nervous, glanced back at Yang Fan, signaling him again to be gentler.
But how could Yang Fan possibly stay still inside her at a time like this?
He moved in and out slowly like he was giving an injection, pulling out gently and then pushing back in again.
Even though his motions had indeed slowed, they penetrated deeply.
And, to his surprise, Yang Fan found that when he calmed his mind and slowed down, the sensation from the friction became even clearer, and he could distinctly feel the suction from deep within Li Jia.
"Do you have time right now?" Ye Tong asked.
"Ah ah ah... Oh, I..." Li Jia, her mouth agape, originally prepared to speak, couldn't help but cry out due to Yang Fan's movements. She quickly coughed lightly and said, "I'm a bit busy at the moment, Xiao Tong, is there something you need?"
