Sylvea winced, the sound escaping her lips before she could stop it.
Her eyes trembled, pupils dilating as she stared down at his hand, feeling the heat of his palm radiate through her, making her nipple throb against his thumb.
"Shut up, woman," Tianlong said, his voice low and dangerous.
"You're infuriating me by just talking not doing action."
His grip tightened, fingers molding her breast into a cone-like shape, the flesh compressing until her nipple protruded obscenely, the slit at its tip parting slightly with a bead of milky fluid leaking out.
"Unngh~!!"
Sylvea's breath hitched, her whole body going rigid, a sharp ache blooming in her core as nerves fired wildly.
He didn't let go.
Instead, he slowly leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers.
