"Aunt Xue, isn't this a bit much? Won't Jiang Ting hear us?"
I shivered slightly as my pants were unbuttoned.
Xue Meiyu's sweet, hot breath touched the place overflowing with my hormones.
The fire that had been interrupted flared up intensely again all at once.
"She won't. The room's soundproofing is good, and you made me feel so good last time, I should return the favor."
Xue Meiyu stared right at me there—after the shock, her eyes filled with anticipation and delight.
She quickly reached out her hand and began to move gently.
Instantly, I was flooded with pleasure.
Xue Meiyu was nothing like a girl Jiang Ting's age. She truly understood men, knew just how to make me feel amazing.
Her touch and movements were absolutely perfect.
"Oh!"
Before long, I moaned aloud, my hand tangling in her hair.
This position let me look down at her, looming above; the satisfaction filled my chest to bursting.
