Face wash!
The moment we came into contact!
My soul was about to fly!
That exquisitely tender skin, gliding smoothly on my face, wonderfully soft and resilient.
My desire was surging, my pants were on the verge of splitting.
Especially when I took the opportunity to embrace her A4 waist, steadying her figure.
That willow-like slenderness, with a hint of a bony sensation, swaying continuously in my arms.
Holding her like this, enjoying the sensation of her luscious curves.
I've dreamed about this.
And as I gradually increased the pace, putting in more effort.
"Ah! Mm! Don't! Don't do this!"
Shen Lingge was like a kitten bereft of bones, unable to suppress her moans.
In my arms, twisting with comfort and unease.
Her enchanting expression continuously taking over her small face.
In this irresistibly delightful moment, she seemed on the verge of completely losing herself, her inner self devoured by longing.
Unfortunately, just when I was thinking of being bolder.
