Wave after wave of pleasure assailed Lin Wenwen, leaving her somewhat bewildered and intoxicated.
Pressed under that strong body, the intense masculine scent seemed ready to engulf her.
Gradually.
Lin Wenwen ceased to struggle.
Her beautiful eyes gazed blankly at Tang Feng.
This man was so handsome, his eyes so tender.
At this moment, even as she lay beneath this man, there was not the slightest revulsion in her heart.
Instead, there was a faint sense of delight, of anticipation.
A brief moment of eye contact.
Lin Wenwen resignedly closed her eyes.
When her heart no longer resisted, that pleasure became even more intense.
Soon, Lin Wenwen was lost in those waves of pleasure, her arms winding around Tang Feng's neck.
Her cherry lips parted to let that persistent tongue invade her mouth.
The thick tongue roamed inside her mouth, licking and stirring, entwining with her fragrant tongue.
The small fragrant tongue instinctively curled up, trying to evade to the back.