[Warning: Mature Content]
Tang Zheng couldn't take the soft kisses anymore; he opened his eyes and spoke against her lips.
"Can you use your tongue?" he asked, his voice low.
Li Na pulled away slightly and looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "How can I concentrate when your thing is poking me?"
"It's your fault…"
"Stop passing blame around."
The man's hand then moved, and the sound of his clanking belt vaguely echoed in Li Na's ear. "Can you stroke it a bit?"
You give an inch, they take a mile, Li Na shook her head, looking at him incredulously.
"What, it's not like you haven't done it before. You did it at the spa, remember?" he said, his skin starting to glisten with sweat, need evident in his eyes. "Touch it."
"You sound like an old pervert," Li Na said, teasingly.
"Your old pervert," he replied, holding her hand and guiding it down. In a second, Li Na's hand was cupping him.