The Pianist

When her soft little hand pressed on his private part, the feeling was so comfortable that his tailbone trembled.

He was the kind of person who was being controlled by Jin Nian and was willing to do so.

Jin Nian listened to his rough breathing and the hard part, so she had to help him move.

Regarding this matter, she could be considered to have mastered some skills.

She thought that she was playing with some kind of toy, and the sense of shame in her heart was much less.

After getting used to the darkness in the room, Jin Nian couldn't help but look at Lu An. Then, she boldly lowered her head and looked down again.

The darkness seemed to always give people some inexplicable courage to do something.

The blankets on their bodies had long been kicked off the bed by them.

Jin Nian saw Lu An's thing and blinked her eyes curiously.

She sighed, "It's so big."