"Eh, strange, how come it still hasn't come out? Sister Yue, squeeze a bit."
"Squeeze your big head, ghost. You did it too deep; it can't be squeezed out at all." Cheng Yue also gave Zhang Yang a white look, somewhat scolding.
Zhang Yang smiled awkwardly; this really wasn't his fault—the size was evident.
"Sister Yue, this place looks really nice." As Zhang Yang spoke, he also took a grab.
As a result, Cheng Yue, still reeling from the aftereffects, immediately let out a yell, "Ah!! Don't touch, it's still very sensitive."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Zhang Yang had a mischievous smile on his face, then suddenly slipped his hand in.
"Ah!!" Cheng Yue instantly arched her body, and her lower abdomen trembled slightly.
"Little brother, what are you trying to do? Take it out quickly, Sister is really very sensitive right now." Cheng Yue tried to move backward instinctively.
But Zhang Yang pressed her down instead, making Cheng Yue's buttocks sit on the edge of the sofa.
