By this time, Li Lingyu's hands had already moved away from her face, subconsciously gripping the sheets tightly.
She no longer kept her eyes tightly shut, but instead, her gaze was filled with a dreamy passion.
Zhang Yang climbed up and met that affectionate gaze.
"Is it comfortable, Yu'er?"
"Comfortable, Yu'er feels so good. Senior is so amazing."
Zhang Yang smiled slightly, "Then let's continue."
"Ah, no, don't, that place, that place is really dirty."
"It's not dirty at all, and it tastes very good," Zhang Yang replied in between.
Soon, Li Lingyu was moaning involuntarily again, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, feeling like her whole body might float away. It was a magical sensation.
Irresistible. So this was the wonderful nature of intimacy between a man and a woman.
After spending some time in that delightful garden, Zhang Yang slowly crawled up again.
He licked upwards along that tight waist, the pretty navel, all the way to the soft, tender breasts.
