Zhang Yang looked at the thoroughly drenched hairless sanctuary and couldn't wait to sit down.
He rubbed his Big Baby against the slender crevice.
Soon, Big Baby was already coated with the lubricating honey that Xia Xue had leaked out.
"Zhang Yang, cousin can't take it anymore. I want you. Put it in quick," she said.
But Zhang Yang hesitated, "Cousin, isn't there a chance someone might knock on the door again?"
"No, the car's soundproofing is really good; no sound will get out. Otherwise, I'd smash it immediately," she assured.
Zhang Yang laughed, "BMW missed out by not having cousin as a spokesperson."
"Stop talking about that and hurry up. I've been wanting to feel your Big Baby inside me for a while now," she urged.
One of Xia Xue's hands had already grasped the front of Big Baby, ready to guide it in.
But Zhang Yang couldn't help saying again, "What if a call comes through all of a sudden?"
