The first taste of forbidden fruit.
The demure stewardess lay in Tang Feng's arms, her long, silk-stockinged legs wrapped around one of his thick thighs, lightly rubbing against it.
Desire swirled in her beautiful eyes.
Her mind replayed everything that had just happened.
Tang Feng's initial tenderness, followed by his wildness, had brought her such pleasurable sensations that she was somewhat infatuated.
Her soft, smooth hand gently caressed Tang Feng's chest.
Her little face was flushed with post-coital bliss, a happy smile on her lips.
Tang Feng's fingers toyed with a few strands of the stewardess's hair, asking considerately, "Does it still hurt?"
The stewardess answered shyly, "It hurts, a burning pain, big brother, you're just too big."
As she spoke, her gaze drifted to Tang Feng's crotch.
The fierce giant stood erect there.
