"I'll massage you, but you can't tell anyone else, and definitely not let my dad know," Zhao Xuehan said with a blush.
"Don't worry, I absolutely won't tell," Lin Tian swore as if taking an oath.
Zhao Xuehan took a deep breath and finally squatted down in front of Lin Tian.
Her two soft, fair hands gripped Lin Tian's manhood, massaging it up and down.
Zhao Xuehan's movements were very clumsy; it was clear she had never done this before, so the sensation for Lin Tian was not very intense.
But Lin Tian felt incredibly thrilled.
After all, Zhao Xuehan was unlike any other woman.
She was really too young, although technically a nineteen-year-old adult, she looked just like a little girl who was still in elementary school.
So now that she was doing this for Lin Tian, he truly felt as if he were committing a crime.
Zhao Xuehan's face was also very close to Lin Tian's member, only about ten centimeters away.
