Chen Chunhua climaxed cerebrally from such licentious thoughts. A steady stream of warmth flowed from beneath her, and uncontrollable moans spilled from her lips as her body shook incessantly.
Her legs slowly squeezed together, rubbing against each other and transmitting an ever-growing pleasure that made her knees weak, pushing the entirety of her weight onto Li Qiang beneath her.
Her hands rested on Li Qiang, as her thick, long eyelashes, speckled with droplets, quivered along with her trembling body; her black hair clung beside her flushed cheeks, her lips parted slightly, breathing heavily.
If only there were another man here.
The thought reappeared in Chen Chunhua's mind, but she quickly redirected her attention back to herself.
Li Qiang's warm hand slid to her waist, the soft flesh there barely filling his palm; he excitedly let go of her breast, his tongue trailing along her tender skin from under the semi-circle contour upwards.