Ah—
A long, drawn-out moan.
Dong Yue felt an electric rush, sparking from her tender, snow-white peaks, tingling all the way from her sensitive nipples to every single cell in her body.
The intense pleasure made her itch with desire, her secret depths overflowing with warm honey.
Lin Hao's fingers kept digging and thrusting, alternating between the motions, already working her little horny cave into a messy, slippery chaos, juices gushing freely.
The clit, melting at the slightest touch, wrapped around his tongue like a tiny cotton puff, shivering and quivering with each stroke.
Overwhelmed by ecstasy, Dong Yue reached out to grip Lin Hao's head, as if she wanted to press his face right into her chest and never let go.
Cheng Jiayao lay below, licking hungrily and swallowing, the wet "slurp slurp slurp" noises growing faster and more desperate.
