After a stalemate, Lin Tian leaned over to Huang Yingying's ear and whispered, "Yingying, how about this, you help me relieve myself, and I'm sure it'll soften."
"No, we haven't gotten that far yet. We can't do that," Huang Yingying shook her head repeatedly.
In fact, Huang Yingying was quite curious to try it.
She was a physically healthy woman, of course she had those needs.
And her needs were very strong.
Almost every other night, she would comfort herself with her hand.
And every time she did, she would fantasize about a man's thing thrusting forcefully below her.
If it weren't for the constraints of morality and such, she would have found a man to taste that delightful flavor long ago.
The reason Huang Yingying was vehemently refusing now was because she didn't want to be conquered by Lin Tian too easily.
Things obtained too easily are never cherished.
Huang Yingying understood this very well.
