SLURP... SLURP...
The faint, bewitching sound of lapping water drifted out from Sun Zhe's room.
Li Shiyan stood by the bed, staring unblinkingly at Ye Qiao, who was "riding" him, swallowing hard.
Looking at Ye Qiao's neck arched back in a daze of ecstasy, Li Shiyan couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together, feeling an unbearable heat and itch deep within her.
At that moment, Sun Zhe's mind was blank. He seemed completely absorbed in his task, diligently "servicing" Ye Qiao.
"Sun Zhe, how does this compare to the abalone we had at the restaurant tonight?"
Faced with Ye Qiao's sudden question, Sun Zhe chose not to answer. He abandoned the little bud his tongue had been teasing and instead plunged deep into her honeyed cove, stirring within.
This tender "abalone" had no unpleasant odor; it was rather sweet, tender, and juicy. Sun Zhe's tongue merely had to swirl lightly against the tender flesh inside to fill his mouth with her sweet nectar.
"Mmph… Ahhh…"
