"Mmm, mmm..."
Hong Ying's mouth was gagged, but she still started to resist wildly, desperate and frantic.
She could feel it down there, Liu Sanming's groping had her itching like crazy—like a thousand insects crawling inside her, nibbling and squirming, every movement an electric jolt.
She also became aware of the slick warmth gushing from her slit, wetter and wetter, completely beyond her control.
And she was sure—it wasn't her period, nor was it urine, but a deeper kind of moisture.
The more this wetness dripped out, the more her shame and pleasure tangled together, growing until she felt like she was floating on clouds, her whole body melting into something soft, tingling and electric, arousal she simply couldn't suppress.
She even started anticipating Liu Sanming to press harder, maybe even slip his fingers inside…
Inside, she felt hollow as deep space, empty to the point of madness, her soul clawing for relief.
