Xia Lihua was growing impatient. "Please...now...move..." she said in a needy voice.
Yang Lingyun's eyes sparkled with mischief as he said, "You seemed pretty confident making the first moves… why don't you ride me yourself, little bird?"
His words were crude, but Xia Lihua was so delirious with need that she didn't really mind it. If only his rough words made her fleshy folds more wet.
Xia Lihua raised her hips and then slid down his sh*ft. In this position it went deep into her hot tunnel, until she could push no further. "Mhm...ah."
She could feel her insides stretch to accommodate him. She repeated the motion of sliding up and down his meatstick.
When the sensation got too much to bear she started scratching Yang Lingyun's chest with her nails.
