"Mmm ah~ Brother, faster... a little faster."
Fang Ling gradually grew dissatisfied with this level of stimulation, urging Yang Cheng to speed up.
She felt as if her body was floating in the clouds, a tingling sensation spreading like electric currents throughout her body.
Yang Cheng quickened his pace of sucking and employed the Yingyang Ghost Hand to wander over her body, while Primordial Yin Qi continually surged into his body.
This Primordial Yin Qi wasn't as abundant as Chu Xiaoyu's, but it was more than that of an ordinary woman, making Yang Cheng feel thoroughly comfortable, even faintly sensing that he was going to break through.
His heart was full of excitement, and his actions became even more vigorous.
"Ah ah ah..."
Fang Ling screamed wildly, her waist thrusting voluntarily as if she were a succubus feeding on one's Essence Qi.
Given Fang Ling's intense desire, Yang Cheng feared he might not be able to leave this room today.
"Ah!!"
