「At a love hotel.」
The room was filled with a sweet, ambiguous aroma.
Lin Yingchun was kneeling on one knee as if proposing. Her knee, wrapped in a sheer white stocking, pressed lightly against the plush carpet, while her hands hugged Sun Zhe's hairy thigh. Her sharp, beautiful nails dug in so hard they nearly pierced his flesh.
As her head moved quickly back and forth, threads of fragrant saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, running down her pale neck and forming glistening, viscous strands on her chin.
"Hiss... Yingchun, be gentle..."
"Watch your teeth."
Sun Zhe's brow furrowed, and he sucked in a sharp breath, his face a mask of agony. He looked down, watching his veined dragon slide in and out between her moist lips. He felt a mental thrill, but no physical pleasure.
Lin Yingchun suddenly let go, scrambled to her feet, and rubbed her rosy cheeks. She looked at Sun Zhe with a pout. "My mouth is getting sore. Why haven't you finished yet?"
