In an instant, Hong Jiao's tender little hand tightly grasped Lin Fei's burning desire.
Then, Hong Jiao's delicate hand clumsily began to stroke Lin Fei.
"Ah..."
Lin Fei let out a moan.
Despite Hong Jiao's inexperienced movements, Lin Fei felt incredibly comfortable under her tender ministrations.
"Fei, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? If I did, you have to tell me, okay? I'm not very good at this, please understand!"
Hong Jiao said shyly.
"No... no, keep going..."
Lin Fei urged.
"Oh!"
Hong Jiao continued to use her hand to please Lin Fei.
"Jiaojiao, are you just going to use your hand?"
After about two or three minutes of her handiwork, Lin Fei couldn't contain his curiosity and asked Hong Jiao.
"Yes, I'm using my hand. What else do you think I'd use?"
Hong Jiao asked curiously in response.
"Cough cough, I... I thought maybe you'd use your mouth..."
Lin Fei said to Hong Jiao with a mischievous grin.
"Ah!"
