Rong Anyao was somewhat shy, but she let Zhang Xiaomeng take control.
She had already given herself to Zhang Xiaomeng completely.
At this moment, she was quickly shedding her clothes, soon becoming a little white lamb.
Zhang Xiaomeng gazed at those protruding jade peaks without hesitation began to caress them. The cave was dark and damp, only the crystals shone with specks of light, adding a dazzling glow to this place reminiscent of a hotel's.
Zhang Xiaomeng kissed Rong Anyao's gentle, jade-like lips and, while grazing her cheeks with his, in the next second, his tongue delved into her mouth. Rong Anyao moaned softly, breathing out a fragrant sigh, entangling wantonly with Zhang Xiaomeng as if it were the utmost bliss.
Then he left Rong Anyao's mouth, tracing downward to the White Jade Peak, where he instantly felt a wonderful sensation, quickly touching the summit's red rose.
With just a gentle nibble, Rong Anyao could not extricate herself.
