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Quickly.
Tang Feng's large hands were no longer content just kneading those beautiful breasts.
His left hand started caressing that flat belly without a speen of excess fat.
Smooth, firm, and tender to the touch—it felt incredible.
In the midst of their lips and teeth intertwined, Zhao Yingying's face took on an additional hint of intoxication and pleasure.
Zhao Yingying, though 27 this year, had never been in a relationship.
Before yesterday, Zhao Yingying, who harbored an unrequited love for Lu Zhenting for five years, was still a virgin.
Yet whether it was yesterday afternoon or the previous two encounters in this bedroom, Lu Zhenting provided Zhao Yingying with a forceful experience.
The caressing and lingering touch from Tang Feng was almost non-existent.
Immersed in it, Zhao Yingying was irresistibly drawn in.
In her nostrils, a series of pleasurable moans hummed out.
A century's kiss.
Ended with the feeling of suffocation that came with it.
