"Ah!"
Jiang Ting's voice suddenly rose sharply.
The burning sensation made her shiver.
A feeling she had never experienced before, accompanied by tingling pleasure, made her inexplicably excited.
"Zhang Yang, you, you can't do this, I can't take it, ah!"
Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively hugged my head.
"Then tell me, which feels better, the toy or me?"
"You feel better, you're a hundred times better than the toy, ugh, is that okay now."
Jiang Ting felt my warm breath hitting her sensitive spot like waves of electricity.
Her delicate body seemed to have no strength at all, completely limp in my arms.
"Since I feel good, describe to me how it feels good."
As I enjoyed her sweetness, my mind was intensely excited.
The taste of a young girl was too pleasant, making it impossible for me to extricate myself.
Under my skill, even if she didn't feel anything just now, she's now intensely unable to handle it.
