"Hiss ..."
"Cozy!"
"Harder, harder ..."
In the living room, Yu Wanya was sitting on the sofa, her face was like spring water, and her tide was ~red~ and delicate~.
"Sister Yu, is this okay?"
"Now how about this intensity?"
Ye Wentian, on the other hand, was massaging behind her, testing the strength Yu Wenya could withstand.
"Yeah, that's it, that's it ..."
Yu Wanya nodded her head repeatedly, she originally wanted to tease Ye Wentian, but she didn't expect that his massage technique was actually so good, just slightly tentatively pressing a few acupoints, she felt soothed, energized, as if she was being penetrated.
"Come on, keep going ... It's so good ..."
Yu Wenya couldn't help but shout.
Completely oblivious to the fact that what she said was comparable to the words of a tig
