Yu Ting's consciousness also slowly returned after losing control.
she was embarrassed and her face was burning. she didn't dare to look up at tang shang. her hands were soft around his neck, but she still half-buried her face. her voice was a little breathless."Last time, brother, don't, now, no, our Yingluo"
Tang's breathing was heavy, but he stopped.
He used one hand to support his small face and stared into her eyes. His voice was unusually hoarse."i know, listen to it, just a little more, just a little more and it'll be fine, yingying."
As he spoke, he kissed her again. This time, the kiss was very urgent, wild, hot, and dry. He couldn't control the strength of his hands, trying to listen to the upstream and downstream.
Yu Ting was a little frightened. She lay softly under him and panted weakly.
She could clearly feel the change in his body. His hard and hot body was pressing against her soft part, and even slightly embedded through the fabric.
