Seeing that everything was ready, Chen Nan promptly took the lead and entered her lair.
They embraced each other tightly once more, skin against skin, feeling each other's warmth and passion.
Chen Nan's hands roamed freely over Wang Churan's body, exploring her every enchanting curve.
Wang Churan trembled slightly, her Adam's apple moving gently as she parted her rosy lips, letting out a soft and melodious gasp laced with a tremble.
That sound, ethereal and bewitching, resonated in the quiet living room like a soul-enticing melody of the immortals, instantly arousing the desires deep within Chen Nan's heart.
Wang Churan seemed ignited, her waist twisting softly like water.
Her body leaned forward, her full chest pressed tightly against Chen Nan's chest, and as she breathed, her soft peaks gently pressed and rubbed against his skin, bringing wave after wave of dizzying sensations.
