The beauty in my arms is like jade.
Her hair, black as a waterfall, brushes against my face, tickling me.
Every breath I take is full of her intoxicating scent, making my heart blossom with joy.
"Ah, Zhang Yang, why are you so quiet?"
Tang Xueyao gave a startled cry, her beautiful eyes darting toward the office door—thankfully, no one was passing by.
"Ms. Tang, I missed you so much. Let me kiss you first, okay?"
I couldn't care less about anything else; these past few days, I've been going mad thinking about her.
I kissed her soft, warm lips in one swift move.
The soul-melting, bone-eroding sensation made me completely lose myself.
I hungrily sucked at the sweet liquid of her tongue.
And Tang Xueyao's usual poise quickly melted into a dazed allure.
A faint flush bloomed across her pretty face, spreading out like the morning glow.
"Mmm, Zhang Yang, why does it feel so wonderful being with you?"
Tang Xueyao kissed me back passionately, her soft body writhing, burning hot.
