Yu Lingwei was completely out of control.

She was trembling like a sieve.

The intense pleasure, like waves, repeatedly hit her body.

Her face was full of indulgence and ecstasy.

Seeing her this way, I couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Wang Jingya’s small hands were not only effective on men but also on women.

"But why do I like this feeling so much? Could it be that I also have a liking for women?"

Wang Jingya was overjoyed.

But amidst the joy, there was infinite shame.

She couldn’t believe that this interaction with Yu Lingwei felt so comfortable.

Especially the touch from her palm, which was thrilling, mesmerizing her completely, and making her reluctant to let go.

With thick anticipation, she subconsciously rubbed again.

"Ah, Zhang Yang, stop now. You must have cast a spell on me."

Yu Lingwei panted heavily and trembled more violently, her voice almost breaking.

Alongside the euphoric pleasure on her face, there was also a pleading surrender.

I chuckled: "So now tell me, do you have feelings for men, do you like men?"

"No, I really don’t like men."

"Stop being stubborn, you’ve become so wet. How do you explain that?"

I was already unbearably thirsty, and with a gesture, my hand landed on her leopard-print panties.

This captivating and mysterious sight was already soaked through.

Also, my fingers kept joyously dancing, fully experiencing the sensation.

"Anyway, if I don’t admit it, you can’t say you’ve won."

Yu Lingwei covered her face, wishing she could bury her head in her chest.

"Fine, say whatever you want. Anyway, I’m going to hear you admit defeat today."

My hand started to move.

This time, Yu Lingwei was being attacked both above and below.

The more intense feeling completely dissolved her into ecstasy.

Like Pandora’s box being opened, she experienced an unfamiliar beauty.

That endurance and self-awareness were shattered completely.

She kept moaning sweetly, her face flushed with bliss and shame.

Even continuously contracting.

"Ah, no, I don’t want it anymore, Zhang Yang, I admit defeat, ah, I’m going to die!"

Amidst a high-pitched and delightful sound.

Her face momentarily froze.

Not only was the wetness spreading to her thighs, but there was also an unbelievable peak of pleasure.

Compared to the time at the seaside, Yu Lingwei felt it was even more intense and enjoyable.

Like floating in the clouds, swaying with the wind.

So beautiful!

"Oh my, I’m so satisfied too."

At this moment, behind her, Wang Jingya also let out a suppressed groan.

As she neared the peak, her hand quickened, constantly changing the shape of Yu Lingwei’s large pomegranates.

It seemed to release the most primitive desire within her body.

Until it resulted in a thrill within her skull.

But this joy made her extremely ashamed.

She shouldn’t be doing such shameless things.

This scene also brought immense satisfaction to me, with unparalleled excitement surging within me.

"Huh, that’s not right, Zhang Yang, why do I feel like you have four hands?"

After the lingering effects, Yu Lingwei finally slowly returned to her senses from the pleasurable experience.

Noticing the unusual feeling on her body!

Her voice filled with suspicion, she slowly released her hands from her face, wanting to see what’s going on.

But Wang Jingya, like a sneaky little cat, quickly withdrew her hand and hid behind the medicine cabinet.

When Yu Lingwei looked clearly, those gentle, boneless small hands were long gone from her large pomegranates.

Instead, she felt a sense of loss.

"No, I clearly felt a pair of hands on my chest and a pair of hands below. Zhang Yang, you need to explain this."