After the climax, Zhao Yingying lay helplessly slumped in the lounge chair, panting, with her mind a complete blank.
That sky-high feeling had her still ensnared, unable to pull herself out, and not wanting to.
It felt too good.
So good that her heart was still trembling.
She finally understood why Meng Lingshan was so eager, why Zheng Yuqi's moans were so lascivious.
That heady, ethereal sensation was too captivating.
That hot, stiff member was still lodged inside her narrow petal path.
After climaxing, her flower path gently contracted with Zhao Yingying's panting, then expanded and contracted again.
While savoring this delight, Tang Feng bent down to lightly kiss those delicate, rosy lips, giving this seductive director's secretary an even more tender experience.
A moment later.
Zhao Yingying recovered from that floating, ecstatic pleasure.
Tang Feng picked her up.
Hiss.
The monstrous creature remained inside that narrow petal path.
