This made my heart burn even hotter.
Her addictive response, in secret, stimulated me to go even deeper.
I employed various techniques on her inner garments.
She couldn't take it at all.
Unable to suppress the wanton moans from her mouth.
Later she even used her hands to grab her large melons.
The sound of water splashing, the sharp cries, gradually merged into one.
"I can't take it, I want it, ah, it's so comfortable!"
In a continuous spasm, her body arched into a highly admirable curve.
The eruption of pleasure made it almost feel like a soul was flying away, producing an echo in the training room.
I was a bit stunned too!
At the last instant, the yoga mat was all wet.
"Hoo!"
Heavy breaths were taken several times.
With this posture and angle, she completely witnessed the whole process.
As the lingering sensation faded, and rationality returned in an instant.
She almost cried out.
"Mr. Zhang, how could you do this, I, I can't face anyone anymore."
