Ah—
Cheng Jiayao cried out in pleasure, her body instantly tensing, arching her chest, presenting her snowy peaks with an inviting posture, as if desperately begging to be ravished.
Her already towering breasts looked even more majestic, the two rosy, tender buds appearing more tantalizing than ever.
When Lin Hao took one into his mouth, he felt a mass of soft flesh; the nipple he sucked on wasn't that big, about the size of a large grape.
At the same time, Lin Hao's hand wandered below, caressing her delicate pussy lips, pressing down on the protruding red bean at the top, stoking the beauty's desire.
Cheng Jiayao only felt waves of pleasure erupting from below, especially as her most sensitive spot, that little red bean, seemed swollen and engorged under Lin Hao's teasing, causing her tight passage to lubricate even more, flooding with liquid.
