Liu Sanming could be said to be an expert at this, his nimble tongue teasingly playing, saliva providing lubrication, sucking with a slight force, then swallowing the smooth and tender skin.
In just over ten seconds, he had Yue Yinglan's body collapsed on the sofa, transitioning from sitting upright to limp lying.
The pair of lotus-root arms that had been tightly embracing Liu Sanming had now fallen onto the sofa, leaving only enough strength to clutch the sofa cushion.
The humming sounds from her mouth had completely lost control, blending with the trembling of her delicate body, forming the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Liu Sanming, unhurried, while one hand was fondling, pinching the flesh peak's skin and pink bean, continued to suck and lick the flesh peak.
He understood that this was the best channel to open the floodgates of a woman's desire.
