"You bad guy, not now!"
Leng Qingdie turned her head, her face tinged with a hint of shyness as she coquettishly chided Lin Fei.
"Qingdie, why not? I want it now, right now. Just stay in that position, bent over the window, and let me do you from behind. I promise to make you feel incredibly good, to send you flying..."
Lin Fei's hands were kneading Leng Qingdie's body.
"It's not that I won't do it, it's just too early now. Don't be so anxious. Let's have some barbecue and drink some red wine first. Won't it feel even better to do it a little tipsy?"
Leng Qingdie spoke to Lin Fei while turning around to give him a kiss.
"Fine."
Lin Fei pinched Leng Qingdie's proud and coy peak, reluctantly letting go of her.
"Sit, take a rest!"
Leng Qingdie pointed to the sofa.
"Mmm..."
Lin Fei sat down on the sofa.
