The wet liquid clung to his fingers; he brought them to his nose and caught a faint scent of a young woman's hormones.
At that, Su Ming couldn't hold back any longer, surging with impatience as he pressed his lips to her once more.
"Ah, ah!"
Dong Qingyu's reaction was fiercer this time, her body shuddering uncontrollably, thighs instinctively trying to press together.
In just this brief moment, her fertile field was already flooding with wetness.
Rivulets of crystalline fluid trickled from between those delicate folds.
Because of her White Tiger Constitution, Su Ming could take in the entire scene below, nothing hidden from his gaze.
"Husband, I want it,"
She moaned softly, and Su Ming seized Dong Qingyu's feet, letting out a low, playful laugh.
"Don't rush, baby. I'll give you everything you want."
Then, Su Ming's gaze fell to Dong Qingyu's jade-like feet, and he wrapped his lips around them, suckling gently.
"Ah! It tickles, honey, it feels so good..."
