Dazhuang couldn't help but reach out, grabbing one in each hand, but Liu Qing's peaches were so large that Dazhuang struggled to hold them.
At first, she was reserved, but as Dazhuang kneaded, she gradually began to moan uncontrollably.
"Dazhuang, the way you massage feels so good, I… I'm too sensitive, I can't stand this kind of stimulation." Liu Qing was almost crying.
Those beautiful legs were tightly clamped together, her body arched, lips slightly parted, letting out soul-stirring moans, seemingly in ultimate bliss.
"Dazhuang, Dazhuang…"
She seemed to be unconsciously calling out Dazhuang's name, her hands desperately clutching at the sheets.
Dazhuang wasn't just massaging her, he was continuously stimulating her sensitive areas, making her moans grow louder and higher-pitched.
"Are you… are you really just massaging?" After a short while, Liu Qing had completely collapsed on the bed, left panting heavily.
