"so you don't think Yao Khange could have done this to me, like at all?" Ku Lo asked the moaning Feng Huling, impaling her slim body on his dick with her long, black hair and robes bouncing with every movement.
"Weren't we — Haah~ supposed to dual cultivate and nothing else?"
"then I'll just think aloud." If Feng Huling wanted to act this way, he would play along. "yesterday, I was walking back from my darling Meifen's place when someone shouted at me…"
Ku Lo narrated the story in explicit detail. Every word and action told in a way that the story progressed a few seconds in a minute.
For the duration of the story, Feng Huling didn't comment on it. Yet from watching her face, he knew she listened.
She might've tried to hide her shock behind moans of pleasure, but from time to time, when Yao Khange had said or done something extra horrific, she'd present a disgusted or unbelieving facial expression.
