"Ah... so itchy... so numb..."
The feeling of absence between her legs made Nie Yinghong unable to resist reaching out with her fingers, constantly teasing her Soul-snatching Cave, with her eyes closed—this, after all, was her first time self-soothing in front of others.
Yet this shame only excited her further, and with her fingers rapidly massaging, she couldn't help but start moaning.
"If the school has all its paperwork in order, why does it need to borrow space from Eleventh High School? Couldn't the Education Bureau help her choose a different venue?"
Watching Nie Yinghong's licentious behavior, Lin Fan pulled Xu Jingyi up and made her bend over the tea table. Lifting her buttocks up, he mercilessly thrust the Iron Pestle into her tight Soul-snatching Cave.
