She had never experienced this kind of thrilling sensation before, and it was far more stimulating than making love with a woman in bed.
Yao Meng lifted her head, enjoying the comfort that Li Qiang brought her.
No longer feeling Yao Meng's licking, Li Lalan reached under the pillow and fumbled around before pulling out a pink glass radish and stuffing it into Yao Meng's hand.
Having lived together for so long, Yao Meng naturally knew what she intended.
Grasping the cold glass radish, she inserted it into the very spot she had just been kissing, pumping with one hand.
"Ah..." The chill of the glass entering her body made Li Lalan moan with pleasure, as her body secreted a large amount of love juice, making a watery sound with each thrust of the radish.
Li Qiang's ears perked up, and looking up, he saw the interaction between the two women.
He licked his lips and tentatively asked, "Want to try something even more comfortable?"
Yao Meng frowned, "Cut the crap and keep going."