"Xiaomeng, woo woo woo, be gentler."
Luo Shuxian felt incredibly stimulated, but the pain was also at its maximum.
A moment later, Zhang Xiaomeng shifted the battleground, kissing all the way from Luo Shuxian's lips to that peak.
As his mouth opened, he crudely bit into the tender grape on top of Mount Everest.
It was as if he was savoring the finest wine in the world, utterly captivating and unforgettable.
However, Zhang Xiaomeng's actions were excessively rough.
They even made Luo Shuxian feel as if her grapes had swollen.
"Woo woo woo, Xiaomeng, it hurts so much."
Regrettably, Zhang Xiaomeng showed no reaction whatsoever.
It seemed everything was being controlled by pure instinct.
Yet, once the pain passed, the fire within Luo Shuxian's heart was thoroughly ignited.
Zhang Xiaomeng's fingers flicked gently, and soon, he was caressing that bountiful orchard of paradise.
His big hand kneaded recklessly, one could even sense the sparse forest and the babbling brook.
