Wei Qi's lips, smeared with fiery red lipstick, clamped down on Zhao Chi's little golden bean, and she used her soft, wet tongue to continuously lick and entangle it. Waves of intense pleasure suddenly came crashing down, making Zhao Chi moan involuntarily, his body breaking out in goosebumps.
Despite her burning desire, hot as a flame, Wei Qi still maintained the nature of a dignified woman, for she did not forget to be considerate towards the man opposite her.
Every kiss from Wei Qi was incredibly seductive and gentle. Every kiss on Zhao Chi's body was not only a kiss but also filled Zhao Chi with an overwhelming sweetness in his heart.
Wei Qi's kisses were like a sharp sword, able to strike directly at the softest part of Zhao Chi's heart, also making Zhao Chi's movements gradually become tender.
