"Mmm! Mmm!"
She kept moaning softly, her mouth was scorching hot, and still fragrantly sweet.
I swept continuously, feeling extremely comfortable; I entangled with her soft little tongue again, sucking fervently, as if I wanted to melt her in my mouth.
Gao Yanhong trembled non-stop, her mature body softened, clung to me tightly, and the tender garden between her legs pressed against my burning ardor.
"Chen Yang, you..."
It was quite a while before we separated; she panted, her cheeks even redder, and she glared at me with a bit of blame, "Just how many women have you been with... to have your kissing skills so practiced!"
I was startled, feeling a bit embarrassed but also somewhat proud.
She wiped her mouth and then looked at me again, the expression in her eyes constantly changing.
"Chen Yang, you're so silly, joining me in my madness..." she muttered, stretching her hand to caress my cheek, "Let's eat first! We'll stroll around, then go home!"
