Yelu Yan delicately kissed Li Xianyun's cheeks and collarbone.
The warm breath carried a scorching temperature, his moist lips pressed against her skin, light and soft, rippling away.
Yelu Yan peeled Li Xianyun's clothes down to her waist, then continued to kiss lower.
It was in the drowsy moments that one's desires are often kindled.
Especially amid panting and low moaning, it was easy to lose reason in the heat.
How could she sleep with him doing this?
Seeing Li Xianyun arch her body in response to his kisses, Yelu Yan leaned over and claimed her lips.
Yelu Yan invaded forcefully, and Li Xianyun could only part her lips to let him in.
She let him stir within her.
While kissing her, Yelu Yan's hand advanced under her skirt, roughly and hurriedly tearing at her undergarment.
Li Xianyun's skin was delicate, reddened after just a few tugs.
Her undergarment was tossed aside by Yelu Yan, who then pressed forward.
