Zhao Jiayao tried to get up, her voluptuous hips rubbing back and forth against Chen Dashan's crotch.
This is maddening!
The sensation was soft and tender, warm and slightly moist in the crevice, like a fish in the shallows trying to reach deeper waters for battle.
Chen Dashan's breath was hot, his breathing brushed against the back of Zhao Jiayao's snow-white ear.
A strong masculine scent made Zhao Jiayao's whole body tremble, involuntarily clamping her legs together, the area around her Peach Garden flowing with a gentle stream, her eyes misting over: "I... Dashan, Dashan..."
Zhao Jiayao's voice was suppressed, as if she had been wronged, her whole body clinging to Chen Dashan's chest like an octopus, panting heavily.
It's been a long time since I've felt this way!
Her whole body was hot and felt especially empty.
