The ferocious heat and stiffness slid back and forth between her closely pressed, plump thighs, engaging in a lewd act of thigh sex.
Tang Feng's two large hands.
One hand kneaded Qiao Jiajia's soft, bounteous breasts.
The other hand rested on her warm, intimate area, his long fingers pressing and massaging through her dripping wet panties, onto that plump region.
With the pressure of his fingers, the panties were pushed inward, and Tang Feng's fingertips even broke through.
"Mmm... Mmm... Tang Feng... don't... don't go inside... just... just touch the outside..." Qiao Jiajia, with her head lowered and panting, said.
Her mouth said no, but her two soft jade hands, far from stopping Tang Feng's invasive hands, actually clung to the sides of Tang Feng's strong lower body, caressing him.
A woman whose mouth says one thing but her heart means another, clearly aflame with desire, yet out of instinctive modesty, kept making a last-ditch effort to resist.