No one could resist Chen Fang's "advance".
Not even the self-righteous Li Weiyang.
After stirring up a storm.
Li Weiyang's pushing hands softened.
Desperate like hunger, constantly seeking more.
At the same time.
Chen Fang's hands were not idle either.
His fingers played continuously on the pink grapes, sometimes light, sometimes firm, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.
Under the dual stimulation, Li Weiyang's throat had begun to emit "mmm" sounds.
The time was ripe.
His right hand left the mountain peaks, directly grabbed onto the thigh, and lifted the skirt hem upwards.
Then he slowly moved towards the deepest parts.
When his fingertips crossed over the edge of the underwear and came face to face with the dense forest, that damp sticky sensation also became clear.
Press the advantage.
At this moment, Chen Fang knew Li Weiyang's primitive desires had been stirred up.
He didn't want to think too much anymore.
