The warm, soft body of Song Lingxue and her intoxicating scent, amplified by the scene before him, were like an aphrodisiac, constantly stoking the fires of desire within Chen Yang.
The fire only subsided somewhat when his dragon head parted the two butterfly wings within her crevice. He slowly entered, enveloped by her warm, wet spring.
Inhaling Song Lingxue's enchanting fragrance, Chen Yang endured the scalp-tingling stimulation. He held the struggling Song Lingxue in place and began to move lightly within the entrance of her warm spring.
"Mmh... No... You can't come in... Don't move..."
As the thick heat stretched her tender flesh, Song Lingxue felt a clear sense of fulfillment flood her body and mind. She bit down hard on her sensual, pink lips, desperately wanting to let out a moan to release the rising stimulation and pleasure.
