As he groped her buttocks, jolting pleasure rushed through her body, spreading the sensation everywhere. Han Luo subconsciously raised her body and shoved her chest in front of his mouth. She let out a pleasant sigh as his breath brushed over her cleavage.
Mo Yuan's eyes darkened. He steadily grasped her buttocks with one hand. Then, he pulled down her dress with the other.
Since she wasn't wearing any brassiere, her squishy, round breasts bounced in front of him. There were faint pink marks around her small mounds. The marks he left last time, already had begun to fade away.
Without a second thought, he took one of them in his mouth and sucked hard. Her breast tasted sweeter than jelly, softer than pudding. It almost made him feel like the milk would drip from it if he were to suck it like a baby.
Mo Yuan's tongue poked her pink bud and circled around it until it got hard. After that, his teeth grazed on it.
