For Yu Hong Dou, this was a very novel experience.
So novel that her legs trembled involuntarily, and her body seemed to be filled with waves of electricity, partly comfortable and partly an embarrassing torture.
The grazing of Yang Fan's tongue felt like it was scratching at the tip of her heart with each touch.
"Brother Fanzi, how about I just bear with it and you come straight in..." Yu Hong Dou moaned, suddenly unable to refrain from saying aloud.
Her body seemed to have become a vortex, at that moment suddenly yearning for Yang Fan to penetrate deeply.
In fact, before she made such a request, Yang Fan had already been struggling to maintain control.
Yu Hong Dou's soft, sensuous body made it impossible for him to extricate himself; the urge inside him was like a raging tidal wave.
Yang Fan forcefully retained a shred of rationality and did nothing.
