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The delicate Peach Blossom was already awash with dew.
Listening to the girl's words, full of love, Li Chen felt surges of excitement, utterly exhilarated.
His thumb twisted and kneaded the little bean that had hardened from excitement, and his index and middle fingers kept scraping back and forth over the tender slit.
Meanwhile, his left hand massaged the round mound, pinching and kneading, occasionally flicking the perky little cherry, making the girl utterly relaxed and emitting increasingly high-pitched, soul-stirring moans.
At first, she nervously looked around, afraid someone would come.
But now, she was lost in a fog of desire, immersed in her beloved's caresses, and wished it could go on forever.
"Brother! Oh! Every time you touch Yanyan like this, it feels so good, Yanyan loves you so much!"
"Ah! Little sister is so itchy! It's unbearable! Brother, kiss me, I can't take it anymore..."
Fang Yan cried out loud and, with her back arched, suddenly turned around.