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Li Qiang's large hand landed on Zhang Xiaoyan's waist. The soft flesh felt incredible to knead. Thinking of the fleeting desire in Xiaoyan's mind, Li Qiang applied more force in his grip.
"Hmm... it hurts..." Xiaoyan cried out in pain, jolting Li Qiang back to reality. He hooked his lips into a grin and softened his touch.
Wet sensations spread underneath Xiaoyan, and before she realized it, the crotch of her shorts was already soaking with her juices.
Arsued by the tingling friction, wave after wave eroded Xiaoyan's nerves. Her gaze burnt into Li Qiang's eyes, even pressing her chest up, rubbing herself against him eagerly.
Li Qiang certainly grasped Xiaoyan's intent and slipped his hand beneath her hem, swiftly finding those round mounds at her chest.
Though Xiaoyan was fairly developed, her size was still nothing special. Li Qiang toyed with the two cherries on Xiaoyan's chest, finding them adorably petite.