Everything was perfectly timed, flowing naturally.
Women are made of water, and Lin Wanqiu's body at this moment was like a warm spring, nurturing Song Guanchao's heart, with every part of her body exuding an intoxicating fragrance.
She didn't know how to kiss, her movements were awkward, but Song Guanchao's tongue guided her into an intricate dance.
Her mouth's defenses fell, where her hands brushed, it felt like flames leaping along.
Her stepmother's dress was like an exquisite gift box, highlighting her perfect form with unparalleled finesse.
Song Guanchao took off the straps, held her firm fullness, bent down and held it with his mouth, his teeth gently grazing, his tongue swirling and sucking hard.
"Mmm ah~"
Lin Wanqiu was very shy, her body had never been touched by a man, let alone kissed.
Watching her own delicate breasts in Song Guanchao's mouth, like tasting a dessert, carefully and tenderly kissed, she felt a profound embarrassment.
