"Lin Fei, hurry up with the massage!"
Jiang Yuyao urged Lin Fei eagerly.
Anyway, she was bound to be massaged by Lin Fei sooner or later, and Jiang Yuyao was itching to be massaged by him as soon as possible.
"Mm, I'll start massaging you now!"
Lin Fei's hands immediately covered Jiang Yuyao's two large, fair melons.
"Hiss!"
At that instant, Lin Fei's body shuddered.
Before, even through the light undergarment, the feel wasn't bad, but there had always been a layer of fabric in the way.
Now that Lin Fei's palms were in direct contact with Jiang Yuyao's fair melons without any obstruction, the sensation was even more exhilarating, and it brought a wholly different psychological thrill to Lin Fei.
Below Lin Fei stood a firmly rigid pole, ready to spring into action.
Although Jiang Yuyao was lying down, she could still see the prominent tent in Lin Fei's trousers from the corner of her eye.
