"Nngh~"
Ning Zhilian is sitting on Zhao Tian's lap on the couch facing him, her legs were draped over either side of his thighs, knees sinking into the soft cushions of the couch as she straddled him.
The soft cushions of the couch shifted slightly under them as they moved, the room quiet except for the sound of their breathing.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as she leaned into him and his lips met hers over and over, each kiss sending a rush of heat through her.
She felt the warmth of his body beneath her, the solidity of his chest against hers, and the way his arms wrapped securely around her waist.
Zhao Tian slowly slid his fingers into the hem of her shorts as his fingers brushed past her panties and gripped her bare ass cheeks.
Ning Zhilian's eyelashes fluttered open as she pulled back her lips letting her hot breath hit his lips "You damn pervert..."
