"Ah!"
A high-pitched, pleasured scream escaped her as my kiss was too much for Xia Shiyi to bear.
I could feel her overflowing like a dam had been breached.
It wasn't the first time, but I was still intoxicated by her tender pinkness and her sweet dew; she had recently bathed, leaving her with a hint of fresh fragrance and the enchanting scent of feminine pheromones.
In my eyes, this was the sweetest nectar in the world!
"Mmm! Ah! Xiao Chen!"
She kept calling my name, making soul-melting, wanton cries like music from the heavens, constantly driving me, encouraging me to quicken my pace and attack her sensitive spots.
Sister Shiyi felt empty and lonely every day, despite being married—it was like she was living a widow's life. I could tell from the selfies she sent me daily and our chats.
I wanted to take Brother Haoyang's place and make her even happier...
