Tang Feng's palm, snugly pressed against the moist and lush territory.
Such richness and smoothness sent Tang Feng into raptures.
While his fingers pressed on the perineal acupoint, his palm also gently massaged and rubbed.
The two soft clam-like flesh morsels changed into various shapes in Tang Feng's palm.
Soon, Liew Yan was panting continuously.
Amidst her stirred sensibilities, intense palpitations left her in a haze of lust and confusion.
Babbling love juices flowed from the tiny honey pot, wetting Tang Feng's palm and making his caresses increasingly silk-smooth.
"Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm..."
Liew Yan moaned instinctively, her flushed cheeks took on a mesmerized hue.
She gently turned her head.
Her gaze landed on Tang Feng's fiery, erect manhood.
Her small hand glided up and down the thick shaft.
Threads of liquid seeped out from the crimson tip's crevice, coating her petite hand.
"Ah... Don't go in... You can't..."