Their lips and tongues tangled fervently, breaths ragged. As the kiss ended, their lips were still linked by glistening strands, the scene unbearably sensual.
"Hiss!"
Right then, Yang Cheng suddenly felt his Dragon Root enveloped in warmth and tightness, making him inhale sharply, his body shivering.
Both he and Ruonan glanced down, only to see Qi Yue gripping his Dragon Root with both hands, diligently licking along its length.
But Qi Yue clearly had no clue about technique; she was just stroking up and down, stiffly and awkwardly, giving Yang Cheng only limited pleasure.
"Ms. Ruonan, teach her how to do it."
Yang Cheng gasped out, nearly panting.
"Don't rush—these long nights are all ours, let's take it step by step."
Ruonan flashed a seductive smile, voice honeyed: "Sis, stop for now. Let me show you how it's done."
"Mm… Yang Cheng's so big, I can't even take it all in. My lips are hurting already and it's only started."
