Between lips and teeth, the rank smell of blood permeated the air.
It was Zhao Rong's tongue, bitten till it bled by Zheng Yuqi.
However, it was as if Zhao Rong hadn't noticed it all, or perhaps, the taste of blood made her even more crazed.
Zheng Yuqi's eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at the face pressed against hers.
From deep within her throat, she let out a low, bestial growl.
Those magical fingers, crazy with frenzy, kneaded her boobs with wild abandon.
At this moment, Zhao Rong was utterly unrecognizable.
Pain mingled with the pleasure of stimulation, wave after wave crashing over her.
Below the waist, the iron-hard heat, pressing against the silky dress, moved in and out at the entrance to paradise garden.
Although the crimson muzzle didn't fully enter each time, the intense sensation of being utterly unguarded shook her body violently.
Deep in her G-spot, relentless contractions burst forth, and a continuous flood spilled out from within.
