The tender softness within the snowy-white cleavage was smooth to the touch, feeling as pliant as water as the sensation spread through Chen Yang's palm and fingers. It felt incredible.
He loved large, soft breasts like these, reveling in the feeling as he vigorously kneaded them into various shapes. The sight of the overflowing white flesh and the milky scent greatly soothed the heat in his heart.
"Ngh…"
Feeling Chen Yang's increasingly firm hands, Lin Mengyan's lovely eyebrows knitted together slightly. Her tender, rabbit-soft breasts had never been kneaded so hard before, and the sudden force from Chen Yang sent a sharp pang of pain through them.
However, as her sensitive nipples were teased and rubbed, a tingling numbness surged through her, adding fuel to the fire of her already-yearning body and soul.
Instinctively, she began to work even harder, taking him deep into her throat, craving to be filled.
