Qu Tingfang buried her pretty face in Chen Ziyang's shoulder, clinging tightly to him.
At that moment, a very strange thought crossed her mind.
Although she clearly knew they shouldn't be doing this, it felt incredibly thrilling.
In the living room, a movie was playing on the TV, while she and Chen Ziyang were putting on a live show on the couch.
What would that feel like?
"Ziyang... ah!~ Maybe... ah!~ forget it!"
While Qu Tingfang tried to persuade Chen Ziyang, she couldn't help but moan uncontrollably from his thrusts.
"Forget it? Why?"
Chen Ziyang didn't pay any attention to her, as he had already carried her down the stairs to the living room.
When Chen Ziyang sat down on the couch, Qu Tingfang couldn't help but cry out again.
As Chen Ziyang sat down, she was thrust against again!
Chen Ziyang could feel Qu Tingfang's body burning hot.
Perspiration had already covered her smooth skin.
