"Mmm~"
The moment their tongues intertwined, Song Guanchao's right hand reached up.
Bouncy, soft.
Wu Yun moaned, her body pressing into his, her previously flicking hand now grabbing hold.
But the dress pants made it difficult to grasp, and in her haste, she searched for the seam. Unfortunately, the belt was too tight, making it hard to manage with one hand.
She had no choice but to settle for second best, finding the zipper, pulling it down, her little hand navigating through the opening, bypassing the side of his underwear, heading straight for the vital spot.
The moment she grasped it, she felt as if she had grabbed a red-hot iron rod.
Song Guanchao's hands kneaded like dough, almost tearing the skin, and the rougher and more aggressive he was, the more intense the thrill for Wu Yun. Her hand worked quickly, skillfully stirring.
Song Guanchao freed one hand, reaching under her shorts, his fingers already extending into the shorts, feeling the warm moisture.
