Wu Xuelan described women like them as thirsty little wild wolves, and this time Yang Fan truly felt it.
Last time things were a bit bad, and Wu Xuelan didn't completely let go.
But this time, it seemed like she finally released her true self.
Without any hesitation, after a brief kiss, she lifted Yang Fan's short sleeve and fervently kissed his chest. Her delicate hand also slipped into Yang Fan's trousers, tenderly comforting his restless little heart like a smooth, tender loach.
Wu Xuelan's agile tongue traveled down from Yang Fan's chest, undid his trousers, and indulged in swallowing ardently.
"Mm... mm... ah..."
Her captivating peach blossom eyes brimmed with wanton passion, hot and intense.
Yang Fan's blood boiled in an instant.
This little mouth, truly comfortable.
He didn't need to say anything, Wu Xuelan went on autopilot.
