Yu Lingwei was completely out of control.
She was trembling like a sieve.
The intense pleasure, like waves, repeatedly hit her body.
Her face was full of indulgence and ecstasy.
Seeing her this way, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Wang Jingya's small hands were not only effective on men but also on women.
"But why do I like this feeling so much? Could it be that I also have a liking for women?"
Wang Jingya was overjoyed.
But amidst the joy, there was infinite shame.
She couldn't believe that this interaction with Yu Lingwei felt so comfortable.
Especially the touch from her palm, which was thrilling, mesmerizing her completely, and making her reluctant to let go.
With thick anticipation, she subconsciously rubbed again.
"Ah, Zhang Yang, stop now. You must have cast a spell on me."
Yu Lingwei panted heavily and trembled more violently, her voice almost breaking.
Alongside the euphoric pleasure on her face, there was also a pleading surrender.
