On the cramped sofa.
Two people hugging, lying on top of it.
Their young bodies pressed together, with Tang Feng's fiery hardness poking into Fan Min's luscious triangle.
Feeling that stiff thing, Fan Min's heart trembled twice.
She still remembered, in the bar's restroom, when she came to her senses, the feeling of that huge thing stuffed inside her.
At that time, she felt like she'd been ripped open down there.
So swollen, so hard, so hot.
It felt like her body was melting away.
It hurt like hell, yet for some reason, she was so wet.
Not only were her panties soaked, but even her shoes were wet.
And then thinking about it, the image of that thick thing pulling out and her juices spurting out of her, she felt so heated and embarrassed all over.
"Still angry?" the man beside her leaned in, gently asking.
That masculine scent hit her full on.
Her body involuntarily shivered.
"Don't bother with me," she snapped, turning her face away and huffing.
