The girl's delicate body was simply too splendid, every bit of it so youthfully tender.
The moment he bent over, inhaling the girl's pure fragrance, Li Chen was nearly intoxicated—it was the best smell in the world.
"Ah!"
Han Ling bit her teeth, letting out a soft moan.
Her body couldn't stop trembling, her heart pounding rapidly, and Li Chen, who lay on top of her swelling hills, could hear the intense beating of her heart.
Inside, he was ecstatic, thrilled.
Cradling the girl's graceful body, he began to lick her deliciously.
That hand, which had been stroking her pale thigh, couldn't help but move, reaching for that intimate place that made one long for day and night.
"Brother Chen!"
Han Ling's lips parted slightly, she uttered softly, even more bashful but also indescribably happy.
Facing the caresses and kisses of her beloved, somewhat overwhelmed, the hand holding his hot enormity instinctively started moving.