He turned around and embraced the shy girl in the darkness.
They pressed tightly against each other, fitting together like concave and convex, every inch of skin abrasing.
Wang Ran pinned the girl against the door.
His hands slid up and down the slender frame of her waist, eliciting moan after moan that sent shivers to the soul, every sound turning mellifluous.
Wang Ran gradually lost his self-control.
He brought his ear close to Yiya's lips, letting her sounds massage his eardrum, as if lubricating oil flowed through the countless folds of his cerebral cortex, giving him an electrifying sensation in a moment of haziness.
In the suppressed yet mellifluous groaning, two bath towels simultaneously dropped onto the carpet.
The golden rope wrapped around Wang Ran also loosened.
Wang Ran bent down to kiss the girl, and while she was lost and confused in his skilled kissing technique, he picked up the loosely hanging rope from his waist and tied the girl's wrists behind her back.
