More, more, more - Xiang Ling's body demanded.
Her moans were filling the pavilion along with the sound of Wei Guang's heavy breathing as he kept thrusting deep into her.
Yet, instead of satisfying her building desire, each pump of the Night Immortal's length into her only flared the desire inside her.
She moaned out loud in frustration and overwhelming heat. The muscles of her thighs quivered and zings of sensation shot across her skin.
As if the men sensed her need, Zhe Yuan started playing with her nipples once again while Wei Guang's thumb found her lower bud, rubbing it in small circles that were more than enough to shot powerful tingles of pleasure all over her body.
