This man, no matter what he does, is always strong and assertive, and no matter how Song Yinyin resists, she cannot escape his domineering aura.
Once the scorching heat broke into her territory, it occupied every inch of her mouth, his warm lips and tongue entangled little by little, from gentle to intense, twisting and turning back and forth.
Song Yinyin was kissed almost to the point of suffocation, as if there was a fire in her chest spreading along every vein in her body, as if she were being burned.
She frowned and let out a hum, instinctively placing her hands against his chest, trying to push him away.
But the man gave her no chance to escape, lifting the back of her head with one hand, forcing her to receive his kiss...
The air in her nostrils seemed to be getting thinner.
The temperature of the entire bedroom seemed to be constantly rising.
