Chapter 570: Change of Taste

Tang Feng's hands were sliding over that slender back.

Within his pants, the burning heat, through the dress, pressed against that cleft.

With every movement of the body, the massive heat pounded against the groove.

The huge cock was raising its head.

Underneath his body.

Every thrust made the fragile body quiver.

Sister Han bit down on her lips, refusing to let herself make any embarrassing sounds.

But it felt really damn good.

As if his hands were enchanted, with every stroke and knead, waves of pleasure washed over.

Feeling it growing harder and hotter, Sister Han's heart rippled with waves.

So hard, so big.

That instinctive craving surged forth.

Umm...

Once again, Sister Han couldn't help but let out a soft moan from the depths of her throat.

He massaged her for a short while longer.