Wu Song felt a secret thrill as he was grabbed, marveling in his heart at how soft this girl's hand was. If she gave him a handjob, it would surely be delightful?
Seizing the moment, Wu Song grabbed Zhang Xinran's breast, encountering a softness that was resilient, filling his palm completely.
However, the nipple cover stuck to the tip disrupted the sensation.
With a flick, Wu Song tore off the nipple cover and then began to knead without restraint.
It only took a few moments for Zhang Xinran's delicate body to quiver, her cheeks turned crimson, and immediately there was a hint of firmness in the little red bean.
Wu Song's lower back also nudged a bit, signaling Zhang Xinran to give a hand.
Zhang Xinran jolted awake, reluctant in her heart—after all, they were at the door of Zhang Xintong's house, and she could come out at any moment.
But she absolutely adored this thick rolling pin, finding it hard to part with.
