"Xiao Yang, don't kiss!"
Zhu Yanjiao arched her body, trembling wildly with both hands pushing me away, both shy and panicked, "Dirty! Dirty! Don't you...."
She pressed down on my head, pushing very hard.
I had just buried my face and hadn't even stretched out my tongue yet!
But it was already very comfortable, my face completely enveloped by her plump and tender flesh, wet and steaming like a tropical rainforest, filled with her strong and mature pheromones.
"Xiao Yang!"
She pushed me again, very resistant.
I had to stop and lifted my head.
As she raised herself, she saw my wet face, especially the tip of my nose, wet with her enticing dew, shivering again and blushing to the extreme from shame.
"You... clean it up! How dirty! Down there! And you used your mouth, how will I... kiss you later!" She turned her face away, a bit too embarrassed to look.
"It's not dirty at all!"
Still, I said it and got up to wash my face and dry it off.
