Leng Youchen smiled, lowering his head to kiss her lips, whispering on her luscious lips, "Alright, I'll satisfy you now."
Wei Anning was kissed by him, her vision flooded with waves of white. She tightly grasped his arm, her fingertips digging into his flesh without realizing it, biting her lips hard to prevent herself from crying out.
But the man was wicked; wherever she was sensitive, he focused there, until she couldn't bear it any longer, softly crying out, pleading with him.
After a long time, Leng Youchen finally stopped, panting as he leaned over her, kissing her sweaty cheek, softly laughing, "Are you full?"
Wei Anning felt that he suddenly seemed like a different person. No matter how she pleaded with him before, he wouldn't let her go, continuing in that position for a long time, as if venting something.
Previously, his words were explicit, but not as bare and vulgar as today. She looked up at him, yet he covered her eyes, Wei Anning couldn't see, so she kicked him.
