Faced with Lin Jingyi's burning desire, how could Chen Yang let her go?
Having already experienced the pleasures of a woman, Chen Yang had acquired a taste for it, eager to immerse himself in the process and sensations of conquest.
"Mmph—"
He pressed one hand against Lin Jingyi's cherry-red lips, muffling the lustful moans she was about to let out.
Lin Jingyi's face was flushed, her delicate head shaking as if in struggle. The sight gave Chen Yang an unusual thrill and impetus. His other hand was not idle, supporting her swaying, soft peaks and kneading them, his fingertips grinding against the cherry-like nubs.
An electric sensation twanged at Lin Jingyi's heartstrings.
"Mmmph—"
Soon, her delicate body arched again, and Chen Yang felt the intense contractions enveloping him from within.
This time, Chen Yang didn't hold back. He took the opportunity for one final, powerful thrust, completely sating Lin Jingyi.
