It was the kind of adoration that could make any woman fall.
And for a woman deeply in love with him, she'd naturally indulge completely in such tenderness, yet Mo Shiche didn't rush her.
Even though they hadn't really started, the dense pattern of kisses was already the ultimate intimacy.
At first, Luo Qiangwei just clenched the sheets and bit her lip to endure, but gradually, she couldn't help herself, and finally, she completely broke down.
She couldn't control the sounds escaping her, "I... I can't take it."
"What can't you take?" Mo Shiche's lips moved from down to up, biting her, taunting and suggestive, "Tell me, I promise to satisfy you, make you scream like a wanton woman, how about that?"
"You..." Luo Qiangwei's eyes widened with annoyance, but at such a moment, how could her eyes not be seductive as silk? She stopped talking, and the man didn't hurry to continue, in the end, she couldn't bear it anymore, "I... I want... you."
