Because of the hot hardness in the flower path between her legs, a gurgling spring tide flowed out, moistening her panties.
Jiang Nanyan was frightened by her shameful reaction.
Her heart was beating loudly. She stretched out her trembling hand and gently pushed Huangfulian's shoulder, "Huangfulian... don't do this... I..."
"What's wrong?" Huangfulian stopped kissing her collarbone, raised her head, stared directly at Jiang Nanyan with lustful eyes, and spoke in a low and hoarse voice.
Although the movement of her mouth stopped, the offensive of Huangfulian's hands did not stop at all.[
His hands kept caressing and teasing Jiang Nanyan's body, eliciting soft moans and gasps from Jiang Nanyan, which made her mentally confused. She had no strength to resist, so she could only cling tightly to her shoulders to bear it.
"Yan'er." Huangfulian called Jiang Nanyan in a low voice, her eyes filled with fire.
Jiang Nanyan half-opened her eyes and looked at the man pressing on her in confusion, not understanding why he looked at her like this.
I don't even know what Huangfulian wants to do.
However, the next second, Jiang Nanyan immediately understood.
Huangfulian...
Huangfulian actually moved the hand that was resting on her thigh up, quietly slipped into the center of her leg, and touched her tenderness and moisture that had already been overflowing with spring...
"Ah!" Jiang Nanyan shrank subconsciously, shy and ugly, frozen there, not daring to move at all.