Yu An once again experienced what a man who'd been pent-up for a long time was like. And Lan Yin was doubly so.
His two-meter-long fish tail couldn't even fit on the bed. Yu An was pinned on top of it, the hard scales digging into her painfully.
"Lan Yin..."
Her voice was choked with sobs, but her tears didn't soften Lan Yin's heart. Instead, he only became more excessive.
"There, there. Didn't you like this before? You even said... you said you wanted to use my tail as a slide."
Lan Yin chuckled. "Come on. You can play all you want tonight."
'I'm done playing!'
'Who could possibly stand this?!'
Yu An was about to lose her mind, but every time she tried to escape, his tail would wrap around her ankle and drag her back.
The beautiful fishtail was incredibly agile—at least when it came to pulling her back, its movements were practiced and precise.
At the peak of their passion, teardrops slid down her face, turning into round, lustrous pink pearls as they hit the floor.
