Face wash!
The mont we ca into contact!
My soul was about to fly!
That exquisitely tender skin, gliding smoothly on my face, wonderfully soft and resilient.
My desire was surging, my pants were on the verge of splitting.
Especially when I took the opportunity to embrace her A4 waist, steadying her figure.
That willow-like slenderness, with a hint of a bony sensation, swaying continuously in my arms.
Holding her like this, enjoying the sensation of her luscious curves.
I’ve dread about this.
And as I gradually increased the pace, putting in more effort.
"Ah! Mm! Don’t! Don’t do this!"
Shen Lingge was like a kitten bereft of bones, unable to suppress her moans.
In my arms, twisting with comfort and unease.
Her enchanting expression continuously taking over her small face.
In this irresistibly delightful mont, she seed on the verge of completely losing herself, her inner self devoured by longing.
Unfortunately, just when I was thinking of being bolder.
Knock, knock, knock!
The door to her ho was knocked!
"Lingge, Auntie brought you so chicken soup, open the door and enjoy it while it’s hot."
Accompanied by the voice of a middle-aged woman.
Shen Lingge shuddered, imdiately waking up almost entirely.
"Zhang Yang, let go, what was happening just now?"
She reacted, only just realizing that she seed to have lost all reason a mont ago.
"Nothing much, I’ve already handled it for you."
I feigned innocence, even cleaning so residual coagulated blood from my mouth.
"Hmph, it better be that way."
Shen Lingge glared at .
Her gaze was complex.
Because the subli sensation just now was truly too marvelous!
Imprinted in her mind, impossible to forget.
I felt a flutter of excitent.
Because I could clearly see her hinting at wanting to continue the experience.
Such a divine Elf Goddess like her, was moved by mortal desires in my presence!
"Lingge, are you ho?"
The urging and knocking from outside continued.
"I’m here, Auntie. I’ll open the door right away!"
Shen Lingge hastily dressed.
But after thinking about it, she still had hide underneath the bed.
She said she didn’t want her aunt to see, afraid of causing a misunderstanding.
I had no choice but to cooperate!
Of course, Shen Lingge was considerate enough to lay a mat for under the bed.
Then she opened the door: "Auntie, you are too kind, going through all the trouble to make chicken soup."
"No, I’ve been too busy lately, seldom coming to see you."
"Thank you, Auntie!"
Next ca the sound of family matters.
And Shen Lingge drinking chicken soup, along with words of praise.
About ten minutes later, Auntie left, and I finally could co out.
But slling the lingering scent of chicken soup, I suddenly frowned: "Sothing’s wrong, this chicken soup is peculiar!"
"What could be wrong, Auntie wouldn’t possibly harm , right?"
"Whether harm or not, I don’t know, but there are aphrodisiacs added in it!"
Initially, Shen Lingge didn’t believe it.
But later on, she beca increasingly feverish, filled with longing.
It felt like being bitten by ants, an unbearable itching sensation.
"Sothing’s off, definitely off, why would Auntie do this to ?"
She bit her lip, struggling to endure.
Yet the burning sensation made her feel as if she was on fire.
She instinctively took off her loungewear.
And after a mont, she felt it wasn’t enough, even pulling her lounge pants to her knee.
She simply couldn’t withstand it: "I can’t stand this, it’s too hot, I’m feeling itchy down there, and it’s flowing continuously, Zhang Yang, help !"
In just a mont, all that was left on her was a pair of ivory-colored panties, with a wet patch appearing...
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