"Ah, ah..."
Zhao Xue's consciousness blurred, the pleasure in her body made her brain empty for a while.
So joyful,, much more comfortable than comforting herself.
*Puchi puchi!*
Wang Dahai, grasping the fullness and delivering his fingers, also found it somewhat hard to endure.
Suddenly he let go of the fullness in his hands, squatted beside the sofa, grabbed her slender waist and tugged her down a bit.
Then he lifted her buttocks, buried his head into the girl's tender flesh, and indulged in the taste.
"Ah, ah, so, so comfortable..."
Zhao Xue felt as if she was on cloud nine, wishing for life and death; she had never thought such pleasure was possible.
But soon enough, she regained some of her reason.
Reaching down with both hands, she touched Wang Dahai's head and immediately realized what Wang Dahai was doing at this moment.
This sudden violation gave Zhao Xue the sensation of being overpowered, a strong sense of shame and mortification surged in her heart.