At this moment, Qin Qi, slightly speeding up, could immediately elicit a huge reaction from Duan Meng's soft and delicate body.
Even her breathing became particularly rapid, and her voice grew much louder.
When the pace slowed down, her expression would also relax accordingly.
It was precisely because of this that his courage grew, and he slowly began to undo her top.
Though he was using only one hand, Duan Meng had long since given up any thought of resistance, completely immersed in her own sensations. Her tightly squeezed legs made it apparent that her desire had already reached its peak.
Before long, whereas her upper body had been fully clothed, she was left with only a bra clinging to her seductive, snowy peaks.
Soon enough, the bra was gone too.
Qin Qi took a deep breath.
Damn!
Duan Meng's chest was perfectly shaped too, curvy and ample, just like a big, soft bun.
Qin Qi's hands roved up and down, each with a clearly defined purpose.
"It's just like a dream!"
