C2 (1/2)

Sister Ting's jade hands are warm and soft. The moment she held onto me, my entire body flew up, making me feel extremely comfortable.

The beauty of it was that the pajamas blocked out some of the beauty.

I am twenty years old, but have never touched a woman before. Sometimes, just listening to Zhang Yutong's panting, I have the urge to disarm.

The feeling brought by her jade-like hand made all the cells in my body throb. My body tensed up and I couldn't help but grab onto my blanket.

It didn't take long before I felt like surrendering.

In the end, Sister Ting suddenly let go of my foot, and an empty feeling arose involuntarily. Why did Sister Ting stop, could it be that she sensed that I was pretending to be asleep?

But very quickly, I knew that I was overthinking it. The Sister Ting didn't suspect anything, she just sat up lightly and raised his right leg, slowly riding on my leg.

It was so light that it only made light contact with me and did not quite sit down, presumably for fear of waking me.

She wiggles her waist slightly. When I touch her somewhere, I feel like I'm about to fall into a trap. I really want to flip over and press her down, then …

”Mm …”

Sister Ting could not help but hum softly, following which, her movements became faster and faster. Then, she held my right hand and slowly raised it. After that, her palm was occupied by something soft …

Although the Sister Ting suppressed her throat, she still made some sounds. As the feeling became more and more obvious, the twisting and turning of the Sister Ting became more and more obvious. At first, it was only light contact, but then the Sister Ting just sat on my leg and couldn't help but twist.

Her soft and flexible butt brought about an abnormal feeling of pleasure. Sister Ting seemed to have reached the edge of the eruption as her waist forcefully twisted and the bed creaked.

That scene gave me the illusion that I was being forced to.