Zhang Xiaomeng was experienced, and after a series of attacks, he pried open Murong Fenghua's mouth and entwined his slippery tongues together, just like the clove.
Murong Fenghua vigorously pounded on Zhang Xiaomeng's chest, but Zhang Xiaomeng didn't care and continued the lingering kiss.
After a moment, Murong Fenghua's legs went weak from being kissed, her breathing rapid.
She clearly felt herself about to melt into a puddle, as a stream trickled down from that private place on her body.
Her heart raced, and Murong Fenghua was frightened to find that deep inside, she actually harbored a trace of longing.
She longed for Zhang Xiaomeng to be more aggressive, even presumptuous, and give her more explicit caresses.
But after all, she was a married woman. How could she allow such things to happen?
After a fierce internal struggle, Murong Fenghua made up her mind with difficulty and bit Zhang Xiaomeng.
"Ah!"
His mouth bitten, Zhang Xiaomeng's kiss ended.
