"Ah, um, Zhao, I'm numb..."
Cao Lei's fragrant shoulders trembled, and her throat let out soft gasps.
She never imagined that Zhao Tienan would use his tongue to massage her this time!
That deadly heat and silkiness fiercely stirred her fragile nerves.
After just three minutes, Cao Lei had already surrendered.
Her uncooperative delicate body felt like it was electrified, a wave of tingling comfort washed over her like the tide.
However, Cao Lei's gasps were like a thrilling bugle call, making Zhao Tienan even more excited, and the intensity of the massage suddenly increased a notch.
"Ah, no, I can't take it, Zhao, please take your tongue away, I'm going to, I'm going to die."
Cao Lei suddenly felt as if her soul was about to leave her body; her soft long hair flew wildly, her slightly plump delicate body trembled rhythmically, and her fair skin was flushed with desire.
In the next second, a crystal-clear liquid flowed down her long legs.
