Qingyi grabbed Linyue's thighs with both hands. They were thick and soft, his fingers sinking into her creamy skin as his tongue plunged into her fat pussy lips.
"Ughn~~? What are you-NYAN~~" A sharp, confused squeal escaped Linyue's lips as Qingyi's tongue went deeper, massaging her pink clit.
Her lips parted, revealing sharp fangs. A thin line of saliva dripped from her full, pink lips.
Instinctively, she grabbed Qingyi's head, pulling his long black hair. Her thighs rested on his shoulders, closing around his head in a sea of unparalleled softness and warmth.
"M-my father, won't- Nyan nghhn~~" Linyue trembled, trying to gather her Qi to escape Qingyi's grip, but to no avail.
Her body lost its strength, her eyes clouded as obscene moans escaped her lips.
"'Won't what? I would be such a good son-in-law to him." Qingyi flashed a wide smile as he realized Linyue was already ready, slowly rising up.
