"Lin Wei, I want to eat you out, alright?" Tang Feng asked.
Lin Wei moaned softly, her body going limp.
She bit her lower lip, leaning against the trunk, silent.
Her fair face was flushed all over.
"Down there is dirty..." she said, her face burning red.
"No, to me, every part of you is beautiful and clean," Tang Feng said.
"Really?" Lin Wei felt warmth in her heart.
"Then... then you... you bad boy..."
Lin Wei's voice trailed off completely by the end.
Upon receiving her implicit consent, Tang Feng took a deep breath and lifted her floral dress.
As the dress was lifted, a vista of flawless whiteness was revealed.
Slim legs, and higher up, were those round, snowy-white buttocks; in the middle, a tuft of fuzz, and between the grass, a plump bun, with two pieces of succulent clam-like flesh shut tight, dotted with droplets of water on top.
Beholding that beautiful sight, Tang Feng's eyes were riveted.
He crouched down, brought his face close, first inhaling the scent.
