Chapter 76

Kexin’s hand was soft and tender, and because she was bathing, her palm was covered with droplets of water. Although her hand felt very different from a woman’s vagina, when her feverish hand grasped Sijian’s penis, he instinctively began thrusting his hips back and forth, driven by the remnants of consciousness in his mind. This thrusting was different from before—it was faster and with greater intensity, as if he were treating Kexin’s palm like a woman’s vagina, pumping in and out.…