Ling Lan began, and the entire room fell into stunned silence.
Every eye locked onto her in wide-eyed amazement as the others gulped hard, their throats working in unison.
Gulk…
Gulk…
Gulk…
She threw herself into it with everything she had, exactly as she had that morning.
Her reward was the same violent eruption… thick, hot jets of white milk surging from Lin Feng.
Pew…
Pew…
Pew…
She tried desperately to swallow it all, but the volume was overwhelming.
This time she refused to pull away.
Her lips stayed locked tight around the head, gulping down as much as she could while the rest spilled from the corners of her mouth in creamy rivulets.
Even then, she didn't let go.
Ling Lan licked the corners of her lips slowly, savoring every last creamy trace that clung to her skin.
A soft, blissful sigh escaped her as she finally leaned back against the cushions, her chest rising and falling heavily, cheeks flushed a deep, satisfied pink.
