On that snow-white skin, flecks of blush bloomed.
Wang Xin lay there limp, her eyes hazy, the bedsheets beneath her already drenched.
Just from a bit of fondling, she had already spilled herself.
Somewhat inadequate, maybe.
In the end, it was her body's excessive sensitivity that led to this.
This elegant woman, suffused with a poetic aura, lay there with eyes brimming with spring, her fair dress rolled up, draping over her slim abdomen without an ounce of excess fat, and further down, between her shapely legs, was the lush land where the flood surged.
Elegance and charm coexisted.
Tang Feng only took one look, and found it impossible to look away.
Wang Xin bowed her head, glancing downwards, and when her gaze landed on that monstrous beast, she was utterly dumbfounded.
A delicate moan.
With that moan, her body melted away.
The monstrous beast rested on her lush lands, its fiery muzzle already prying open and encroaching upon the clam-like flesh.
