Face to face, eyes to eyes, there is the look of each other in their eyes.
Chest to chest, there was each other's hand on the chest... To be precise, it was Dai Yuan's hand on Yin Meng's chest. She was touching his chest, which was a long-lost feeling.
And Yin Meng seemed to particularly like Dai Yuan's jade buttocks. His hands never left there and he liked to play there.
Dai Yuan sometimes wanted to avoid his hand, because the heat in his palm made her itch, but Yin Meng followed closely, always sticking to her jade buttocks, which created a strange situation.
Dai Yuan hid, Yin Meng chased...and so on. If you were watching from a distance, you would have thought that the two masters of erotica were flirting and playing, preparing for a passionate prelude.
Dai Yuan is the real master of erotica, but Yin Meng is unknown.
Dai Yuan hid closer and closer to Yin Meng's body, and finally she clung tightly to his body, with nowhere to hide and no way to escape.
Am I going to be captured, or am I capturing him? Dai Yuan doesn't know. No matter who captures whom, the feeling of it can only be known by trying it personally.
Yin Meng just held her jade buttocks, and held her up to him with both hands. Dai Yuan pressed on Yin Meng's body, and was also attacked by Yin Meng's heat. Her face turned red, and her body began to gradually dissipate heat.
She no longer cares about what she wears. It seems that what she wears at the moment doesn't matter, because eventually everything will fade away one by one, leaving only the most authentic skin as smooth as a steamed egg.
But Yin Meng likes to see her penetrate her like this, which will make him more lustful. Dai Yuan lies on Yin Meng's body, using his shoulders as a support with her hands, and her pair of jade peaks bump up and down without losing any time.
The jade buttocks were also rising higher and higher unknowingly. Dai Yuan did not mean to do this, but in this atmosphere, she entered the state unconsciously.
Yin Meng tore off the lingerie that seemed to be on her shoulders little by little. There was warmth hidden in the violence, and violence mixed with the warmth.
The two people are already in love with each other. In this kind of atmosphere and this kind of night, there is no need for too many words to decorate.
Dai Yuan also helped Yin Meng take off her last clothes bit by bit.
She kissed every inch of his skin, starting from his cheeks. When she kissed Yin Meng's arm, she found a scar on his forearm, which was a new wound.