While passionately kissing her, he skillfully removed their clothes. Then, pinning her onto the bed once again, he pushed his burning hardness against her. Giving her no chance to catch her breath, he plunged straight in!
"Ah, no..." Song Qinghuan's body stiffened slightly as shivers ran through her.
She gasped, her body feeling as if her spine had been removed, "Shi Yuhuan, you bastard!"
Despite her swearing, there was no harshness in her voice, only a petulant whine.
Shi Yuhuan had a malicious grin, and his eyes glinted like a wolf's. He kissed her lips once more while he forcefully entered and thrust into her – he wanted her to remember his body, his presence, his taste!
"Ah, ah, ah..." The rhythmic movements seemed to be unending.
Shi Yuhuan indulged himself, utterly possessing the woman beneath him who tasted even sweeter than the finest honey.
