The two of them snuggled up in bed, like a loving couple.
Liao Jiarong's little nightgown had two thin straps, and the two semicircular shapes at the front perfectly cradled the two spheres inside, bulging and ready to burst.
Lin Hao, leaning on the pillow behind her, reached in from the neckline with his big hand, boldly grasping her unbra-ed fullness and began to slowly knead them.
Liao Jiarong felt incredibly shy, lightly biting her lip, with eyes full of allure, she turned to look at Lin Hao, appearing dissatisfied with desire.
"Haven't you gotten tired from touching for so long?"
"Sis, your breasts are so big, round, and soft. It feels so good to touch them; how could I get tired?"
"You little rascal, you've taken advantage of your sister. Are you satisfied now?"
"Sis, don't speak against your conscience. I was working hard to please you earlier, sweating like crazy. If not deserving of merit, at least worthy of effort, right?"
