"Mmm..."
As Sun Zhe began his ministrations in earnest, Yao Yuelong couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. Her delicate body slowly fell back onto the edge of the bed as her fragrant, long hair fanned out across the sheets. Her swan-like neck arched back tautly, her entire frame trembling.
"Sun Zhe, don't... Don't do this."
SLURP... SQUISH...
However, the only response she received was a series of wet, sloppy sounds.
Finding it difficult to remain lying down, Yao Yuelong propped herself up on her elbows. She sat up, frowning at the diligently working Sun Zhe, her misty, beautiful eyes filled with a helpless sort of love.
"No, don't do this... It's so uncomfortable."
At this moment, she felt as if a hot, slippery loach was squirming inside her, both mischievous and agile. The tantalizing itch seemed to pierce her heart and seep into her very bones, making her soul tremble in tandem.
