Zhang Xiaomeng ceaselessly explored Sun Yingying's body until he kissed those pure, white peaks as smooth as jade.
"Yingying sis, how fortunate that you've turned misfortune into a blessing, now even able to secrete milk powder," Zhang Xiaomeng teased her with a laugh.
Embarrassed beyond measure, Sun Yingying dared not look at Zhang Xiaomeng anymore, so she pressed his head into her bosom. Zhang Xiaomeng, purely by chance, suckled on the crimson crystal grapes atop those stunning Mount Everests.
In just an instant, Sun Yingying's delicate body shuddered repeatedly, as a radiant surge of all energies continuously eroded her body, that exceptionally beautiful sensation making her feel like she was in heaven and hell all at once. Zhang Xiaomeng laughed and then began to gulp greedily.
Sun Yingying's face twisted with excitement and stimulation, yet tantalizingly lost in ecstasy, but she never let Zhang Xiaomeng's huge head drift away from her fullness.
