Li Chen stared, looking at Li Yiren's shy, blushing face and then at her stark-naked, exquisite body, utterly infatuated.
His breathing became heavier as his mind filled with chaotic thoughts, fantasizing non-stop about grabbing her two large, tender white breasts and kneading them hard, wanting to spread her lovely legs and barge into her Peach Blossom realm to relish the wondrous taste within.
He knew this idea was somewhat evil.
Although they were not blood-related siblings, they had always addressed each other as such, and he had once even regarded Li Yiren as his true sister.
But the more he thought about it, the stronger the physical pleasure became, and the thrill with a tinge of guilt was particularly stimulating.
His manhood below was still swelling.
It was as hard as it could get, and as hot as it could get, like a red-hot iron rod.
