In an instant, Chen Mo distinctly felt a smooth and tender touch rushing all the way to the skies along his tongue.
But this way of kissing was somewhat clumsy.
"Chen Mo, sister didn't tell you to kiss here,"
"Never mind, let sister show you herself."
With that, Zhang Yuting pulled Chen Mo towards herself and pressed her moist and warm lips directly against his.
Petals of lips, ceaselessly sucking Chen Mo's upper and lower lips.
From her nostrils came Zhang Yuting's sweet moaning.
And within a very short time, an incredibly agile tongue slipped straight into Chen Mo's mouth.
The two tongues began to rub against each other incessantly.
Zhang Yuting also held Chen Mo tightly, making a coquettish sound, "Chen Mo, sister really feels very lonely too."
"Chen Mo, hold sister tight, with all your strength, sister really wants to make love to you."
A surge of ultimate comfort rushed straight into Chen Mo's mind.
