"Haha, it tickles." Ding Jinshi squirmed in Ding Long's arms like a caterpillar, trying to escape from the ticklish touch of Ding Long's calloused palm moving across her belly, all the while giggling.
"Stay still." Ding Long withdrew his hand and gave her a light smack on her little bottom, "Lie down quietly." His voice was somewhat husky and low.
Thinking about it, he'd just started enjoying meat after a break, and now he had to go back to abstaining. At his age, full of vigor, it was incredibly tough for him to endure.
Ding Jinshi didn't think much of it. With Ding Long's hand withdrawn, she no longer needed to wriggle away.
