Long Ki pealed apart her top and started sucking her ample bosom. "I guess I need to prove that I am not a saint," he whispered.
Yukiya moaned and dragged him closer. Her hands clawed his back creating crescent moon like engravings on his skin.
But that pain made the dragon even crazier. He bit her little pebbled ni*pple and pulled it slightly. She arched her hips and screamed out loud. "Wifey..." he mumbled as he gazed up at her. His eyes had already turned golden from all the stimulation.
"Yes..." Yukiya softly replied. Gazing into his burning eyes, her body had totally surrendered to his caresses, bringing about wetness in her core. She wiggled around her legs, trying to find some kind of relief to her pulsing core.
"Wifey.. wifey," Long Ki moaned as he buried his face in-between her chest. Her lotus fragrance filled his head... his mind.... his soul.... making him go nuts. He softly nudged her legs apart and knelt in between them.
