Zhang Yang didn't give Li Lei any time to breathe, and since Li Lei herself didn't make a sound, Zhang Yang naturally didn't bother to indulge her.
As a result, Li Lei became increasingly sensitive to touch, and her voice grew louder and clearer.
Lying on the bed, she couldn't stop moaning, no longer caring to hide any facial expressions.
The pleasurable look was much more honest than her mouth.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang said mercilessly, "Feels good, doesn't it? Don't worry; I'm going to make you feel so good you'll die. Watch how I fiercely fuck you to death."
Li Lei immediately responded, "If you dare, then come on. I'm not afraid of you. What a joke, I am so many years your senior, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, what can you possibly show me?"
Their verbal confrontation was intense, with neither backing down.
But neither delayed the remaining actions, even Li Lei's buttocks started to actively cooperate.
She couldn't control this either.
