Half an hour later, Zhou Zheng was lying on the sofa, his slightly chubby belly rising and falling with his heavy breathing.
Zhang Yan leaned against him, her small hand holding his soft little brother, gently stroking, but despite her efforts, there was no change.
Zhou Zheng was slightly embarrassed.
Can't deny the effects of aging.
If he were twenty years younger... no, ten years younger, he would definitely have Zhang Yan begging for mercy tonight.
Looking at the still radiant Zhang Yan, he could sense that she wasn't satisfied.
But... seeing his brother unresponsive no matter how much she teased, Zhou Zheng felt his face burning.
At this moment, Zhang Yan slid down, lay over his thigh, and under his surprised gaze, stuck out her little tongue.
In no time, Zhou Zheng's vigor returned.
Zhang Yan sat up, lifting a beautiful leg to straddle him.
With a groan, she twisted her slender waist, bringing him a second wave of pleasure.
