Only the tip of Zhu Qingyue's manhood remained a solid, unmoving object inside of her, and to her great relief, he restrained himself from thrusting deeper.
Instead, he fully concentrated on showering her with smouldering kisses.
He softly kissed her cheeks, lightly nipped her chin, and slowly trailed butterfly kisses down her neck. His tongue proceeded to circle the hypersensitive spot connecting her neck and shoulders.
Li Meirong's skin was tender and fragile, it was fairly easy to leave marks on it. Due to Zhu Qingyue's loving attention, a long trail of pink cherry buds graced the area of her collarbone and milky neck.
Shivers of delight engulfed her each time she felt his warm mouth and slippery tongue leaving their mark on her skin, and the silken strands of his long silvery hair sweeping over her were like an additional sensation of soft caresses. She writhed above him, unable to continue sitting still.
