She could hardly breathe, feeling as if her lungs might burst. Her mouth was tender and her tongue weak, saliva pooling at the corners of her lips.
Chen Wanqing pushed hard against Zhao Jing, muffled pleas escaping her lips.
Zhao Jing finally let her go, but he didn't move away. He still held her firmly, his moist lips planting soft, intermittent pecks on her red, swollen mouth.
"Jing..."
The moment she opened her mouth, that cunning snake darted back inside.
It swayed lithely, stretching out contentedly as it roamed back and forth in the warm spring.
She didn't know what he'd touched, but a sensation like an electric shock suddenly shot through her.
Chen Wanqing couldn't help but gasp, and a soft moan that would make anyone blush escaped her lips.
The sound was like an aphrodisiac, and in an instant, the youth who had been holding himself back lost all control...
