Xiao Ting was fuming with embarrassment and rage.
She exclaimed, "You dare!?"
"You think I don't?"
Having said that, Chen Fang,
who was already wearing only shorts, simply tugged them down to reveal his towering pillar.
And Xiao Ting, who had been sitting on his thigh with her legs parted, found the garden gate wide open.
The two were but a fist's distance apart.
When Chen Fang spread his thigh, Xiao Ting slid across willingly.
He lifted her thighs with both hands, leaving no time for resistance. As the dragon probed, they became one.
With a moist squelch,
it slipped in smoothly.
There wasn't even a hint of resistance,
which suggested that Xiao Ting's body was truly honest amidst such intimacy.
"You... rascal..."
As the full sensation hit her, Xiao Ting was teetering on the edge of control.
