Liu Sanming couldn't help but pick up the pace.
He even bent down, grasping both supple mounds with his hands and began kneading them.
The pink cherries on top swelled rapidly under his pinching, and those plump snowy peaks beneath his grasp were shaped into all sorts of enticing forms.
Zhu Run's delicate face flushed bright red from his teasing, her moans growing more and more desperate.
Below, she turned slick like a babbling brook in spring.
Ooooh… ahhh… ah—ah…
After more than ten minutes of toying with her velvety tight mouth, Liu Sanming, with a wicked smirk, caught Zhu Run's wrists and rolled her onto her back atop the yoga ball.
Now her body arched in a curve, exposing her entire chest and belly upwards.
The sight was so breathtaking that Liu Sanming couldn't help but swallow audibly.
Zhu Run's skin quality was first-class—soft, juicy, and luminous.
