Zhang Yang was also feeling an unprecedented sensation, as if he had touched some sensitive spot, and it felt really good.
"Brother Zhang Yang, I really love doing this with you, it's so beautiful, so comfortable."
"Xinxin is so shy, feeling so lewd. Brother Zhang Yang won't laugh at me, right?"
Watching Wang Xinxin's flushed face, clearly enjoying herself, Zhang Yang's heartbeat also sped up.
"How could I? Xinxin looks extremely beautiful right now," Zhang Yang genuinely complimented.
He then grabbed Wang Xinxin's hand, their fingers interlocking, harmonizing with each other's movements.
After nearly twenty more minutes, Wang Xinxin arched her chest slightly, moaning, "Brother Zhang Yang, faster... a bit faster... I'm close..."
The next second, Wang Xinxin's delicate body trembled, her lower abdomen convulsing nonstop.
Zhang Yang distinctly felt a strong contraction coming from the depths of Peach Land, a drawing force, while her lips clamped down fiercely.