C62 Deadlock(2)

Hee Hanyu continued to hug her tightly, his chin was still buried deep in her neck, smelling the faint fragrance coming from her body. The more he smelled, the more he couldn't control himself, and his big hands started to get restless.

He ran his hand down her cheek, into her nightgown, and caressed her breasts, soft and domineering, sharp and round