"Little yang, little yang, little yang, little yang, little yang, little yang, little yang, little yang, little yang!"
He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear,
Their lips rubbed against each other.
His clothes were removed piece by piece.
It had been seven years. Sang nuo did not know if she had ever done something like this in the past seven years, but to him, this was far less important than her belonging to him now or in the future.
"Little yang, can you do it?"
His voice was hoarse and filled with deep desire.
His red eyes were filled with desire.
He was already ready to go, but she was trembling slightly, as if her afraid body made him feel apprehensive and prevented him from taking the last step.
But he really couldn't control himself anymore. He was just waiting for her to agree.
an xiaoyang was really a little scared. moreover, it had been seven years. this kind of thing had become particularly strange to her.
