"Mmph!"
Ma Xiaorong's pretty face flushed from Chen Yang's sudden assault. The evidence of his invasion was even visible on her fair neck.
"Hiss..."
Chen Yang felt a tight, warm sensation. The stimulation of being swallowed and enveloped made his legs instinctively clench. He savored the feeling, completely lost in the sensation.
"Mmph... Mmph..."
Soon, a sense of suffocation filled her. Her face beet-red, Ma Xiaorong pushed hard against Chen Yang.
Chen Yang looked down at Ma Xiaorong. Seeing tears welling up in her beautiful, reddened eyes, he immediately pulled back.
"Mmph... Cough, cough..."
As a glistening thread connecting them was stretched taut, Ma Xiaorong shot Chen Yang a flirtatious glare. Her voice was a little hoarse as she chided, "You bad boy. You're not gentle at all. You almost ruined Auntie's throat."
