"Ah… Xu Tian, hurry, don't… don't stop, it feels good, it feels good again."
Probably because the pleasurable sensation gradually covered the itchy feeling, Liu Yueyue bit her finger tightly, turned her face away, and murmured softly, obviously enjoying it.
Finally, accompanied by a loud cry, she reached the peak just like that.
"Whew…"
"So comfortable."
Liu Yueyue's body arched up and then quickly relaxed.
A stream of warm fluid sprayed onto my face, salty.
"That's not right… why is it still itchy… what on earth did you apply on me?"
However, she soon started squirming again, murmuring in her mouth.
Even pulling a pillow over her face, shy to the extreme.
Thinking about it, being brought to climax by a man, almost a stranger, with his mouth and making those embarrassing sounds, any woman would be shy.
Those smooth, beautiful legs tightly clamped around my head seemed to relieve the itchy sensation in the wound.
"How… how long until it heals?"