Zhang Yang only felt that Pei Yuyan's thighs were getting slicker, the tempting nectar ceaselessly seeping out from her panties.
The plump buttocks were also thrusting higher and higher under Zhang Yang's impacts.
Pei Yuyan could no longer focus on washing vegetables, covering her mouth to stop herself from making too much noise.
Pei Yuyan had never expected to be this sensitive.
Even though he hadn't entered, and there was still the barrier of her panties, the pleasure was still so intense.
"Zhang Yang, faster... faster!"
Stimulated by her request, Zhang Yang's hand snaked to the front and delved inside her panties.
Finally, he touched that lush little garden.
Especially that little nub at the top of her slit had already stiffened; a touch brought a handful of honey.
She was so wet it was no wonder the nectar kept flowing through her panties.
When Zhang Yang touched her most sensitive spot, Pei Yuyan also trembled incessantly.