Wang Yuyan's seductive groans and her graceful figure were simply too tempting for Zhang Xiaomeng.
Unconsciously, his breathing became heavy.
Then, he caught the faint scent of virginity emanating from Wang Yuyan, and a certain part of his body swiftly grew, pitching a massive tent.
"Ah... it hurts... please, be gentle..."
Zhang Xiaomeng felt like he was on fire, yet Wang Yuyan, lying on the bed, seemed completely unaware, still making those heart-stirring moans.
"Miss Wang, please stop making that kind of noise."
Zhang Xiaomeng forcefully swallowed his saliva and said somewhat innocently.
"Ah?"
Wang Yuyan was initially stunned, then suddenly realized how suggestive her sounds were. Thinking of Zhang Xiaomeng's youth and vitality, she immediately blushed with shame.
"Ah... I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention just now. I definitely didn't mean to make that sound."
Her face as red as if it could drip water, Wang Yuyan said awkwardly.
"Okay, thanks."
Zhang Xiaomeng replied.
