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Lu Aotian and Mei Xing didn't have time to think about anything before they were crashing through the door, their lips connected, hands exploring every part of their bodies.
Lu Aotian cupped Mei Xing's ass and held her against him. He swept his tongue into her mouth, groaning as their tongues met.
Her needy and breathless noises were enough to drive him wild, and he was damn near busting out of his pants.
His mind was solely focused on her. Her taste, her sounds, and his desperate need to make her come. Pinning her against the closed door with his hips, he guided her legs around him.
That was all the encouragement she needed to lock her ankles at the base of his spine and grind against his cock.
Mei Xing stared at him, eyes half-lidded, as he tucked her hair behind her ears. She gave a slow, purposeful roll of her hips as she bit her lip.
