Zhao Shiyu clutched the bedsheets tightly, her eyes closed, head thrown back, ceaselessly moaning.
She didn't even realize that at that moment, Song Tian had actually grabbed one of Mu Wanchen's little feet and was bringing it to his lips, ceaselessly kissing the soft little foot.
At this time, his back was turned to Qin Ying, who hadn't seen this scene; otherwise, she might have rushed in to stop it.
Mu Wanchen's breathing also became rapid, her lips bitten, toes curled, as the man's hot and moist tongue licked her soles, arches, even the spaces between her toes, tickling her so that she felt both a tingling and itchiness.
Mu Wanchen was biting her lip, her foot continually exploring as she nearly shoved half of her little foot into Song Tian's mouth.
Song Tian kept biting the delicate little foot, leaving a series of tooth marks on its surface.
The slight pain not only didn't make Mu Wanchen suffer, but in the mild discomfort, she found an immense pleasure.