Zhang Xiaomeng kissed his way from Rong Anyao's cherry lips to her neck.
Soon, like a flood of fierce beasts, it became more and more uncontrollable.
Zhang Xiaomeng found the edge of Rong Anyao's garment, gently pushed it upwards, and that thin pink dress was immediately taken off.
The purple undergarment was also stripped away.
His large hand swiftly explored the full, warm twin peaks, squeezing them fiercely and forcefully.
Perhaps Zhang Xiaomeng was using too much strength, Rong Anyao began to murmur, calling out Zhang Xiaomeng's name.
"Xiaomeng."
"Xiaomeng."
Rong Anyao trembled all over, and Zhang Xiaomeng, without any hesitation, took the stimulation to the extreme.
He bit down on the blooming purples and reds atop White Jade Peak.
In just a moment, Rong Anyao's delicate body began to soften and twist.
All over her body, there were squirms, and an astonishing flush appeared on her face, as if water was about to drip out at any moment.
