"Don't worry as there are no cameras here...and this place if quite far from the shooting set...no one will come here..." Yang Lingyun was trying to hold back but after all he was a man. He couldn't control his desires when it came to her.
Xia Lihua was pushed against an oak tree. The smell of earth and pine was thick.
"But we shouldn't-" She started, but her warning died on her lips when his mouth descended on her breast, his tongue swirling over the taut peak. He bit on it hard enough to make her whimper.
"I'm sorry, I can't stop myself..." Yang Lingyun's voice was heavy with desire. His fingers worked the button of her jeans open, the sound of zipper loud in the quiet of the forest. The denim was stiff and resisting at first, but he yanked it down with a sharp tug, dragging her lace underwear down with it.
