Those were the traces of love.
They were proof of the fierce battle that had taken place not long ago.
Wang Xin was in the midst of ovulation, and her body was particularly sensitive during their lovemaking, secreting much more fluid than usual.
Tang Feng had ejaculated inside her, and even though a good half day had passed, the hot liquid would still occasionally leak out.
It couldn't be helped, there was simply too much of it.
A cool breeze blew by, and Wang Xin involuntarily shivered.
She stood there, arms wrapped around herself, nibbling on her lower lip, radiating an allure that was in a class of its own.
When Tang Feng's hand touched her plump clam-like flesh, that electrifying sensation surged through her, making her shudder uncontrollably.
Tang Feng washed her meticulously, from the outside to the inside, cleaning every crevice carefully and thoroughly.
From the outermost clam-like flesh to the crevices; from the bud to the deepest parts of her flowery path.
