Mu Yin hummed and fidgeted without responding to his words, thrashing about intensely like a succubus draining someone's life force.
Bo Fengheng was on the brink of collapse but still dared not be as reckless as before.
He could only continue the previous motions after she had adjusted.
"Ah..." Mu Yin suddenly exclaimed.
The man shuddered, asking anxiously and in a panic, "What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?"
"It's uncomfortable!" Mu Yin's mind went blank; although she said it was uncomfortable, her delicate body trembled violently, her fair skin flushed red.
Even instinctively responding to him, tightly entwined.
Bo Fengheng was ecstatic, a satisfaction like never before nearly making him lose himself.
Mu Yin was already so intoxicated that she was out of it, and with his actions, she was utterly adrift, completely unconscious...
The long night seemed endless!
