"Giggle... Giggle..."
"It's so ticklish, Zhang Yang, no, it's too ticklish."
Sister Mange subconsciously covered her legs, preventing Zhang Yang from continuing to lick.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang simply pulled off the towel from Sister Mange's face and tied up her hands.
Without the towel to hide her modesty, Sister Mange immediately blushed and hurriedly turned her head away.
But Zhang Yang lay beside Sister Mange, grasped her face, and then kissed her on her fragrant lips.
Although she had been kissed by Sister Mange before, this time, he completely invaded her moist mouth.
"Mmm..."
Sister Mange instinctively tried to push Zhang Yang away, unfortunately, her hands were tied together and raised over her head by Zhang Yang, leaving her unable to move.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yang's other hand was stroking Sister Mange's full, firm breasts through her nightgown.
But the bra inside felt like a hindrance.
So he simply lifted up the dress and pushed the bra up.
