Under Jiang Qing's terrified gaze, Zhang Xiaomeng bent down and took the tiny rose into his mouth.
His tongue moved skillfully, teasing her.
For the first time in her life, Jiang Qing experienced that tingling sensation, as if she had been electrified.
She couldn't help but make a delightful sound from deep within her throat.
That sound seemed to encourage him, making Zhang Xiaomeng's actions even more exaggerated.
His hands and mouth worked together to soothe both peaks, not favoring one over the other.
Feeling that wonderful sensation, Jiang Qing's breathing quickened, her face flushed red, and from that shameful spot on her body, a spring began to flow copiously.
And at this moment, Zhang Xiaomeng's restless hands had already slipped past Jiang Qing's waistband, reaching for that bushy area.
"Don't!"
Jiang Qing's face changed dramatically, realizing this was her last line of defense. If she couldn't hold this line, she would be truly finished.
