Clearly, it's a scorching summer day, yet the girl's lips are icy cold, like a piece of jelly just taken out of the fridge.
Sweet, springy.
A small tongue slipped into Song Guanchao's mouth.
At the same time, her hand slipped down, clumsily groping around, and finally grabbed Xiao Song over his pants, awkwardly fondling him.
Song Guanchao's mind was a bit scrambled, unsure whether he should push her away or respond in some other way.
In the end, he didn't push her away.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and used the other hand to slip under her knees, lifting her from the ground and placing her on his lap.
Just holding her like that, touching her thighs, her chest, enveloping her tongue.
The initiative suddenly returned to Song Guanchao.
If he allowed her to continue like this, it probably wouldn't be long before she would undo his pants.
If that's the case, might as well take the initiative.
At least he could still control the rhythm.
