The girl's delicate body was evident everywhere now.
It was a sensation completely different from that of a married woman.
Yang Fan simply couldn't bear to use force; he only wanted to slowly savor the excessively tender smoothness and tightness.
Even a gentle motion caused clear spring water to moisten everything, making a squelching sound with the movement.
Moving slowly, Yang Fan bent down and kissed Yu Hong Dou's tightly pursed lips.
As her lips were pried apart, her moan-like sound instantly became crisp.
"Ah... Ahhh... Mmm..."
This enchanting voice was like an intense march, making Yang Fan involuntarily speed up his movements.
The squelching noises suddenly seemed like they were put on fast forward.
Yu Hong Dou opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but the fierce pounding left her with no time to speak.
After a moment of indulgence, Yang Fan stopped the thrusting.
