Soft and yet resilient, her tender bosom pressed against Song Guanchao's back.
With the lubrication of essential oils, her exquisite body made intimate contact with Song Guanchao's, creating friction.
Song Guanchao knew what she was doing without having to look back.
The faintly amorous atmosphere sent his thoughts soaring, and his body immediately responded.
"Brother Song, does my massage feel good?" she asked.
"Mhm."
Song Guanchao grunted his reply, a sort of torment in his voice.
Zeng Li giggled, rubbing vigorously, both their bodies now slick with oil.
After a dozen minutes, Zeng Li said, "Okay, turn over now. I'll massage the front, too."
"That's enough," Song Guanchao said. "No need to massage the front."
"No, I want to."
Zeng Li lay atop his back, "If you don't let me, I won't get up."
Seeing Song Guanchao neither moved nor responded, Zeng Li stepped back, "Then you massage me."
He still did not respond, and Zeng Li grew angry, "I'm already compromising!"
