Bing Rong gasped, her face flushing a deep crimson. "A-Yuan'er! We shouldn't be so lewd..." she protested weakly, even as her body betrayed her desire, her nipples stiffening beneath her robe.
Shen Yuan silenced her with a searing kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, dominating her. "Shh, no need to hold back now. I know you want this as much as I do," he murmured against her lips.
His hands slid up to her breasts, kneading the heavy tits, thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples. "These tits... fuck, they're perfect."
Bing Rong whimpered into the kiss, her arousal growing with each filthy word, each touch. "Yuan'er... please... I need you," she begged, shamelessly pressing her aching breasts into his palms.
Shen Yuan broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to her neck, biting and sucking her soft body. "Tell me how much you need it, Sister Rong," he softly asked, his voice filled with lust.
