The air became slightly hot and dry.
Ivy was stuck in the corner by Leo’s arm, still holding the tie tightly in her hand.
She felt her legs languid in a senseless manner, and her breathing became light and slow, almost stagnant.
Leo’s cheeks were swallowed by the overwhelming flush in an instant. Although there is no concept of “wall dong” in my mind, such close contact with the opposite **** is an experience that a teenager has never had before.
What’s more, as the leader of the action, he reluctantly pressed her against the corner in this extremely ambiguous posture.
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