Under the grapevine, Yao Rao was momentarily overwhelmed by a wave of heat, instinctively pressing her legs together under her skirt, involuntarily imagining herself as Han Xinyue.
The events of that night at Celestial Prison Mountain surged in her mind like a tide.
The dense night couldn't hide her flushed cheeks.
...
...
Sun Zhe's antics lasted for most of the night.
Perhaps due to the stimulation of the environment, Sun Zhe felt it come quickly, with two intense climaxes, feeling as if even his very marrow was sucked out by Han Xinyue's playful sister.
"Hoo—!"
Under the grapevine.
Sun Zhe let out a long breath, slowly setting Han Xinyue, who was clinging to him like an octopus, back down, stepping away to conclude the heated encounter.
Han Xinyue's legs were weak and powerless as she practically collapsed into Sun Zhe's arms, her lips parted, breathing softly with a lingering fragrance.
