"Mm, ah, ah, ugh..."
Liu Jia's throat let out a series of charming sounds, her body that was struggling desperately just now has become particularly soft, needing Zhao Tienan to hold her or she would go limp.
Her exquisite cheeks turn a rosy red, her peach blossom eyes become vacant and misty, her slender waist completely loses control, rhythmically bumping against Zhao Tienan's thigh, as if seeking comfort.
She looked urgent, and lustful.
The hands that were just slapping Zhao Tienan's chest are now tightly wrapped around him. She was desperately resisting Zhao Tienan's tongue just moments ago, but now she's doing her best to accommodate, sucking, even though making that envy-inducing sound, she still passionately enjoys kissing him.
This is the magic of traditional Chinese massage techniques; it can quickly turn even the chastest woman into a wanton.
