Both Yang Ze and Cang Yue were lost in such pleasure that they couldn't even tell the passage of time. While Yang Ze's face was buried in Cang Yue's milky breasts with his body lying on top of her, Cang Yue's legs were tightly wrapped around Yang Ze's waist, preventing him from moving.
No one knows exactly how much time passed, but it was Yang Ze who woke up first.
"Ugh..." The first thing Yang Ze felt other than the warm, soft skin and legs of Cang Yue around his waist was the slippery, moist suction that still refused to let go of his penis.
He wanted to thrust it once again, but suddenly came back to his senses. He had lost himself in lust... almost forgetting about why he was doing it in the first place.
With a face full of worry, he immediately raised his head to look at Cang Yue's face and whether her condition had improved or not.
And the moment he raised his head, he was greeted by the hazy pair of eyes looking at him.
"..."
"..."
