"Heh, it's better when you're sensitive." Li Qiang reached out and grasped the ample breast, his fingers forcefully pinched her nipple, pulling the little cherry taut before letting go.
His long fingers plunged into the already moist flower beneath her, crazily pounding the most sensitive spot, coated in Song Lili's flowing juices. With a final thrust, another wave of heat gushed, catapulting her into climax.
Pleasure surged from beneath her relentlessly. Song Lili wanted to twist and writhe in sync with Li Qiang's handiwork, but she dared not move an inch, lying stiff-backed on the bed, her eyes misting over, her lips bitten tightly shut.
As his fingers moved in and out of her tight passage, Li Qiang relished the grip his hand felt. Drenched with fluid, he slowly withdrew his fingers and presented them before Song Lili's eyes, "So wet... Did I not take good care of you yesterday? It's only been a day."