As Chen Yang admired the crystal-clear rosy place before him, Lin Ruixin had already grasped the ungraspable heat.
That intense masculine scent deeply stimulated Lin Ruixin's nerves, stirring her body's desire.
Then, after encircling the head with her crystalline tongue, she parted her rosy lips, took the throbbing head into her mouth, and started to move slowly.
Because she was on top, the posture was fitting, and this experience was much deeper than when she was on the sofa.
Her tender throat even felt a kind of fulfilling ache.
The slight sense of suffocation, especially, was something she had never experienced, making her almost want to indulge.
Unconsciously, she let her hair down, moving her head up and down faster.
"…Hiss…"
Chen Yang, feeling the wrapping sensation brought about by the suckling in the humid heat, and the pressure of her tender throat, couldn't help but press down on Lin Ruixin's jade buttocks as he eagerly kissed the droplet-streaked rose.
Wet.
