Yang Chen wrapped his arms around Tang Wan's soft curves, and she, overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, twisted uncontrollably in his embrace. The more she writhed, the tighter and more distinct their contact became.
Yang Chen felt as though he was being rolled over by a soft bundle of cotton, emitting a comfortable sigh in response.
Tang Wan felt a growing dampness, a familiar sensation of longing. She knew all too well what it meant – her passions were stirring, an unstoppable tide of desire beginning to surge within her.
The night was quiet, devoid of even the drunken revelers who might stumble upon this secluded spot. Yet, Tang Wan harbored a fear, a fear of the bold and audacious Yang Chen who might seek to consummate their newfound intimacy right there on the beach.
Although she had confessed her feelings, and knew that her youthful days were numbered, Tang Wan was not ready for an act of unbridled passion under the open sky.
