She may suppress the laugh, but Liu Mingyan feels the fierce grin against her skin, and it as much as Janet speeding up the working of her fingers makes heat lance through her. No one has ever laughed at her this much in bed. The only one who laughs at her at all is Sha Hualing, and that's derisive, cutting,1 not this wondering, triumphant sort of laughter, like Janet is so pleased with her as the spoils of her victory she has no other way to express it but through mirth. It sweeps through Liu Mingyan, her thighs trembling and hands grasping at Janet's back, nails dragging against her skin as her pleasure mounts and builds.
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Date: 2023-12-31 03:25 pm (UTC)1 Citation needed.