Zhao Xinmei shuddered all over, the sensual little mouth that had been singing a lullaby to Zhao Nianbing was now emitting rapid, panting moans.
Her eyes once again became dazed, starting to sway her hips, constantly syncing with Chen Bin's movements.
Chen Bin wasn't sure why, but being intimate with Zhao Xinmei in front of Zhao Nianbing always made him incredibly excited.
"Ha ah! You... wait a moment, let me put Nianbing down first, or else... mm hm, what if the child gets hurt?"
Every time Zhao Xinmei mustered her strength, trying to brave the pleasure and was about to place the child on the bed, Chen Bin would deliberately speed up.
Faced with the extreme assault of pleasure, Zhao Xinmei could only lie back down again.
On one side was the overwhelming intense stimulation, and on the other was her daughter's intermittent sobbing.
The collision of two almost unrelated things made Zhao Xinmei's heart filled with contradictions.
She wanted to prop herself up to calm the child.
