"Jiang Ting, what are you doing?"
I watched, my breath turning hot.
Jiang Ting’s skin is very fair, and while the apple is not big, it fits perfectly in one hand.
Combined with the youthful, vibrant tremble, it’s incredibly enticing.
Most importantly, she is the white moonlight in my heart, holding a special place within .
"Am I prettier, or are those two vixens prettier?"
Jiang Ting intentionally pushes out her chest with the apple.
"You’re deliberately making it hard for ."
I chuckle inwardly, seeing right through her little sche.
This is clearly Jiang Ting getting anxious, afraid soone else will snatch away.
"Yes, I’m making it difficult for you, but like this, you should be able to tell who’s prettier."
Blushing, Jiang Ting unexpectedly takes off her bra.
Those two soft pinks bounce out like rabbits, shaking energetically, providing a visual impact.
The tips on the apples, like freshly budded red tea shoots, stand erect, pink and tender.
I instantly feel heated.
Yet, I feign displeasure: "Anyway, I have nothing to do with you. Even if you’re pretty, what’s the point?"
"Zhang Yang, how can you be so dense? Don’t you get it?"
Jiang Ting is both embarrassed and angry, the tips of her apples turning a shade redder.
"Why should I get it? Just because we’ve broken up, should I beg you?"
I deliberately provoke her.
Her angry deanor is beautiful, just like back in school.
Her body is the perfect amount of well-proportioned, and that pure and serene charm captivates .
"Zhang Yang, you didn’t say so before. What do you really want to do?"
Jiang Ting’s eyes shimr with a delicate mist.
Suddenly, she recalls sothing, and her cheeks are enveloped in a flush.
"Is this what you want to be satisfied?"
She unexpectedly rummages through her bag and takes out a toy.
She raises her head, glancing at , seeing I haven’t responded.
Worried, she stomps her foot and quickly activates the toy, placing it on her apple.
"Zhang Yang, is this good enough?"
The buzzing vibration nearly makes her faint with sha.
Yet she still mimics last ti, using the toy to tease the two erect apples.
The buzzing of the toy tingles, transmitting directly to her skin and nerves.
Soon enough, Jiang Ting starts to shiver intensely with embarrassnt.
"Mm, ah!"
The shaful pleasure makes her involuntarily moan.
Even her youthful, smooth earlobes are tinged with a charming shade of red.
"Jiang Ting, why do you carry a toy with you?"
I watch, eagerly swallowing.
I truly love this kind of scenario.
I still reminisced for a long ti after Jiang Ting demonstrated to previously.
"It’s all because of you; I was afraid you’d make this request again, otherwise I’d tell my mom, mm..."
Jiang Ting’s hand trembles.
The toy lands right on the apple’s tip.
The intense sensation draws her soul out.
Especially in this corner of the underground garage, where you can hear other people’s footsteps and conversations.
The tension makes her feel even more ashad.
Quickly, Jiang Ting, as if losing her sanity, holds the toy in one hand, the other recklessly caressing herself.
Her lovely face is awash with rouge, and her hot breaths are like waves.
Until later, Jiang Ting gradually becos dissatisfied, the hand caressing herself reaching beneath her jeans.
Through the thin fabric, she starts a subtle movent.
"Zhang Yang, isn’t this enough? I’m about to lose it. It feels like ants crawling, both numb and itchy, ah, hiss..."
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