Ye Zhizhi's lips were very soft. Rong Zhan had only touched them lightly at the beginning, but he became more and more unscrupulous as he broke her lips and teeth, and went straight into her mouth. His tongue hooked around hers, and he even pushed her to the ground. His ears wiggled with emotion.
At the side, Ye Zhizhi's simple kiln was burning, and the fire below was sizzling. The two of them were even more passionate than this.
"No more kissing!" Feeling that his big claws had already lifted the hem of her animal skin skirt, Ye Zhizhi slapped his arm, avoiding his kiss that was like a storm.
Rong Zhan was tall and strong. He pressed on Ye Zhizhi's body, almost completely enveloping her underneath. His dark skin also formed a sharp contrast with Ye Zhizhi's sparkling white skin. The sound of water from the kiss made one's blood boil.
