Why Dont You Spit It Out?

"Lyla, come here!"

Ryan was very happy at this moment. Seeing Lyla's complicated expression, which seemed to be mixed with anger and other emotions, he boldly waved at her.

"Ryan, this, she..."

Lyla was torn between inner and outer feelings for a while, but finally, she came over and sat obediently on the right side of Ryan.

Ryan hugged her directly, slipped his hands into her collar, and grabbed her small, tender breasts, kneading them gently.

The left hand felt as soft as that of a young woman, and the right hand as elastic as that of a young girl.

To be honest, at this moment, Ryan felt that his soul was about to float away. It was so beautiful that it didn't seem like he was in this human world.

"Lyla, I know you are shy, and I know this is wrong."

Ryan rubbed her hard, causing Lyla to moan softly, and then he gasped and started to talk about his own twisted ideas.