At first, Cheng Yue's movements were indeed awkward.
But she gradually seemed to find a technique, her beautiful little foot becoming ever more skilled.
Trying this sensation for the first time, Zhang Yang felt somewhat elated.
Especially because his eyes could directly view the beautiful garden between Cheng Yue's legs, which made him hold himself up strongly.
"My goodness, it's really so big, so thick, longer than my foot."
Astoundment filled Cheng Yue's beautiful eyes, and her face blushed like a ripe peach.
"Zhang Yang, do you like Sister Yue doing this for you?"
"What a lucky guy you are, doing such a shameful thing, and it's even Sister Yue's first time."
In Cheng Yue's gaze at Zhang Yang, there was a gleam; Zhang Yang's facial features, tall stature, and those eight-pack abs—all of it conformed perfectly to Cheng Yue's sense of aesthetics.
He truly was the man she had fallen for at first sight, only regretting not having met Zhang Yang earlier.
