"Song Jie, yours are so round and beautiful!"

Suddenly, my mouth was dry and parched.

Those two large papayas were extraordinary, the soft and sticky sensation was a unique visual impact.

Song Ruoyun quickly covered them: "Don’t look, how am I supposed to explain this to Little Tao’s dad?"

But her hands couldn’t fully conceal them.

The shape squeezed out was not only tempting, but the sticky rice on top was also so red, making one want to take a bite.

"Didn’t Little Tao’s dad already say you could find any man you wanted?"

I hooked her chin with my hand, making her look me straight in the eyes.

Sure enough, Song Ruoyun couldn’t hide, filled with shock: "How do you know that?"

"Tao Yimeng told me, he said as long as it looked good, it didn’t matter because Little Tao’s dad couldn’t do it anymore."

If Tao Yimeng hadn’t told me these things last time.

I wouldn’t have dared to be so bold.

"But I..."

"No buts, Song Jie. Be honest, do you want a man to pamper you?"

I was losing patience a bit.

Gently pulling away the hand covering her chest.

In an instant, I reached for the drool-inducing large papayas.

The fantastic touch instantly intoxicated me.

This unique soft sticky sensation also had a fresh smoothness.

It was a different feeling from Tao Yimeng.

Plus, with Song Ruoyun’s dignified look revealing an entrancing expression out of control.

The thrill in my heart was overwhelming.

"No, I never thought about men."

Song Ruoyun’s delicate body trembled, unlike the feeling through clothes, it was as different as heaven and earth.

The clear heat, the tingling pleasure, rushed into her heart like waves.

That long-sealed, desperately suppressed desire, faintly loosening.

"Never thought about it? Then why is your sticky rice standing up?"

I kneaded a few times, then pinched.

Her two sticky rice balls, in their moistness, also had a sticky sensation.

It was as if they were sticking to me.

The strange joyful experience nearly flipped the nerve endings on my fingers!

And in almost no time, the two sticky rice balls stood erect, pointing at a forty-five-degree angle to the ceiling.

"Mm, it’s because you stimulated me that I am like this."

"Then what about here? I haven’t touched it yet, why is it wet?"

One hand continued on her large papaya.

The other hand rudely pulled up the hem of her fitted skirt to her waist.

Her pair of beautiful legs, incredibly white and tender, smooth.

With a voluptuous pear-shaped body, a fitting aesthetic.

A conservative high-waisted little floral-printed underwear snugly fitting.

But the material of the underwear was breathable ice silk, very thin and smooth.

The wetness on it, entirely clear to see.

"Ah, Zhang Yang, that’s a normal reaction."

Song Ruoyun’s face flushed with steam from embarrassment.

Hastily using both hands to cover below again.

"So, this also shows you’re a normal woman who wants to be with men!"

I laughed softly, grabbed one of her hands covering below.

Started moving it slowly.

Even though it wasn’t my hand, and through her underwear.

But in my skillful maneuver, her hand was guided by me, repeatedly touching sensitive spots.

"Uh, Zhang Yang, I beg you, please stop!"

The shy moans uncontrollable in her mouth.

Her body was weak, with not a bit of strength.

Wanting to struggle.

But I guided her hand, continuing to stimulate.

Clinging to her large papaya, constantly changing shapes.

These actions, all taken in by her eyes.

The visual impact, again plunging her into a pleasurable abyss.

Her panting became even heavier!

"Stopping won’t do, Song Jie won’t admit it, I’ll have to speed up, to taste more of your flavors."

I leaned my neck forward, lips landing fiercely on one sticky rice ball...