Fuck!
Zhao Chi almost lost control, clenched his molars tightly, and managed to endure the first moment.
Men's chests, after all, are sensitive spots just the same. Zhao Chi didn't know what it felt like for a woman after being licked, but he knew he was feeling way too good.
The only drawback he had right now was that he couldn't move. If he could, having Liu Sitong serve him like this would be such bliss he wouldn't trade it for an emperor's throne!
Liu Sitong seemed to find it amusing. After licking one side she moved to the other, and the wickedly pleasant sensation, coupled with her hair sliding over his body, made Zhao Chi feel as if he was experiencing a twofold sensation of ice and fire.
Unsatisfied with just that, Liu Sitong kept kissing Zhao Chi's chest and then slowly moved up, kissing his neck, his cheeks, and finally, when she looked at Zhao Chi's tightly closed lips, her rational mind seemed to tell her not to kiss there, yet she still did it as if possessed.
