Cheng Qiyue bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, forcing herself to accept this embarrassing position, feeling like an animal, raising her hips in a plea for affection.
Yang Cheng understood Cheng Qiyue's thoughts well; trying this position for the first time might involve some reluctance, but once she tasted it, she would definitely crave for more.
"Don't be nervous, everything requires an adaptation process."
He gently reassured her.
Actually, being with a woman as pristine as Cheng Qiyue can give a man a sense of accomplishment.
Especially now, when Cheng Qiyue is particularly obedient to him; as long as the term "cultivator" is mentioned, she follows his wishes even if unwillingly.
Unable to see Yang Cheng's expression, Cheng Qiyue felt even more tense, her whole body as if burning.
"Get down lower, sink your waist."
Yang Cheng stroked her pale rump, arranging her into a seductive pose.
