But Dazhuang was not in a hurry, his fingers gently massaging the edge of her panties and even lowering his head to take Zhao Xiaohua's bud into his mouth.
"Ah..." Zhao Xiaohua moaned, suddenly opening her eyes.
Even with her innocence, I figured she must have realized something was off by now. Who treats someone by doing this?
So I watched as her face rapidly turned red, as if she were about to bleed.
But what surprised me was that despite opening her eyes, Zhao Xiaohua quickly closed them again, without even calling out Dazhuang's actions.
I gave a bitter smile; it seemed today this girl wouldn't escape Dazhuang's devilish grasp.
Any woman touched this way would surely become aroused. That sense of helplessness, that comfortable feeling—who would ever want to interrupt that?
For this inexperienced young lady, both Dazhuang's hand and his mouth could bring her a wonderfully newfound experience.
It was a sensation akin to being immersed in warm water, indescribably soothing.