"Mm... mm... oh... easy... I'm feeling uncomfortable... mm... Lin... easy... you're hurting me... mm... I'm so itchy..."
Mu Wanting leaned closely against Lin Hao, her eyes half-closed, and moaned softly through her nose.
Perhaps because the secret passage below was too itchy, Mu Wanting's originally tightly clenched legs started rubbing together, seemingly trying to find something to scratch the itch.
Lin Hao played with the beauty's latex skin, his fingers kneading the two buds, delighting in the stimulation it provided.
Mu Wanting, a beautiful journalist, ultimately succumbed to his power, yielding to his oppressive force and becoming his plaything.
The two soft and tender snow peaks were a pleasure to squeeze and knead.
However, he wasn't satisfied and instead curled up the beauty's skirt, reaching inside to caress her mysterious lush grassland.
"Mm... no... oh... Lin... don't do it... mm... so itchy... mm... so itchy..."
