At the moment of contact.
Yang Wenyu trembled even more violently, and after taking a deep breath, couldn't help but let out a soft moan from her throat.
The position of the hand.
Chen Fang also felt a surge of moisture.
It wasn't the type of leftover bathwater, but the honey secreted from deep within Hua Rui. He was all too familiar with this.
"Let sister take a look at what you've got, okay?"
After caressing for a while.
Yang Wenyu pleaded.
Chen Fang was stunned.
His mind went completely blank.
He numbly nodded.
Yang Wenyu then released his hand.
Slowly squatting down.
Her hands grasped the edge of his baggy pants at the waist.
The pajamas were loose and saggy.
A large tent already popped up at the front.
Yang Wenyu gently pulled it down.
The hard spear sprang out.
At that moment, seeing such a majestic sight, Yang Wenyu's expression shifted from desire to surprise, and then back to desire.
She grasped it with one hand.
