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"Ah! Ah! Xiao Yang! Slower! Mmm! Mmm!"
"Xiao Yang, what... what are you doing?"
Overwhelmed by the stimulation of my fingers, yet shamed, it took Song Yiran a while to realize what was happening. With a sharp scream, she raised her body and glared at me.
"You... why are you using your mouth? Is this supposed to be part of the examination?"
She was not as angry as before; shame dominated her expression, her face blushing down to her neck.
Only then did I slightly sober up, raising my head, "Yeah! Of course, it's a checkup, I'm examining the secretion from down there by taste."
"This... this... aren't you disgusted? How dirty this place is! How could you use your mouth!" Song Yiran stammered, her face burning, then she lay back down.
"Dirty? This place is not dirty at all! Has Brother Hui never kissed you here?"
