Once Feng Ling was lying on the bed with her peerless naked body exposed, Su Yang also removed his clothes, revealing his majestic sword to her.
Feng Ling's eyes widened with shock after seeing Su Yang's lower sword. Although she had seen bigger, none could compare to how perfectly shaped it was.
'What a perfect meatstick! It has just the right amount of thickness and is long enough to please most women out there, not to mention its shape and how it curves when hard!' Feng Ling cried inwardly, silently admiring Su Yang's rod.
A moment later, Feng Ling snapped out of her daze, only to be appalled as she suddenly realized her lower lips were already soaked and twitching with anticipation.
Su Yang approached the bed and said, "Looks like we won't need any foreplay, seeing how wet you already are."
Feng Ling's face flushed with redness after being provoked in such a manner.
