I knew that Zhang Min wanted more too, but she was busy being coy about it. I decided to take over moving my left hand, and guided it over my stomach and up to where my n*****s were making two little tents from the fabric of my t-shirt. I extended my index finger and slowly drew an ever tightening circle around the tent on the left. I was treated to a low moan coming from the console speaker.
“You like that?”
I got an urging to use my hand as an answer.
I let Zhang Min have free reign with my left, while I focused my concentration on my right, guiding it downward. I arched my back and trailed my fingers high over my right thigh and then my left. I felt the fabric of my undershorts brushing against my finger tips. Zhang Min did too, and I felt a gentle nudging of my hand toward the cente
