Shen Duling was obviously inexperienced, even though her fragrant tongue was tender and her lips moist, her movements were clumsy and unskilled.
Liu Sanming had to use one hand to hold the steering wheel, while the other grabbed her hair and pressed her into his crotch, repeatedly lifting and pressing her down, using her like a fleshlight.
Such actions made Shen Duling's face flush with anger, her eyes ablaze with fury.
Though Liu Sanming had saved her, he shouldn't treat her like a cheap servant and toy with her.
Yet Liu Sanming continued, and she really didn't dare to protest.
After all, Shen Duling wasn't a fool; she had witnessed Liu Sanming's abilities and seen him tame the Centipede King.
Such a person might exist in the Beijing Circle, but even if they did, Shen Duling wouldn't be able to reach them.
So Shen Duling knew very well that at this moment, what she should do wasn't protest, but to let Liu Sanming enjoy himself comfortably...
