Lin Wanqiu shouted out and immediately bit her lip.
She pinched Song Guanchao's waist shyly: "Let go!"
"Hiss, you're pinching me!"
Song Guanchao raised his hand and slapped her again.
This time, Lin Wanqiu held back from screaming, only letting out a muffled groan.
"Still pinching?"
"Just pinching!" Lin Wanqiu clutched the flesh on his waist, refusing to let go.
"Slap, slap, slap!"
Song Guanchao gave several more slaps in a row.
As he continued, the force grew lighter and lighter.
The angle of his lift also became lower and lower.
Eventually, his palm was completely pressed against this big butt.
Firmly holding and kneading it.
Their breathing grew more and more heavy and rapid.
Lin Wanqiu's small hand moved unconsciously over his body, stroking his abs and chest muscles.
"Still, still pinching?" Song Guanchao puffed out, the big butt reddened under his kneading.
Lin Wanqiu suddenly gathered strength from nowhere, pushed him onto the bed with a shove to his chest.
