The woman in his arms trembled violently, but she didn't struggle or refuse. Not only that, she even opened her lips slightly and let the man smoothly enter her.
At that moment, Qiao yanze felt so unreal that he even suspected that he was dreaming. But soon, he threw all these thoughts to the back of his mind-no matter what her initiative meant, it didn't matter.
He pressed and sucked on her soft lips and tongue almost ferociously. The kind of ruthlessness that made him want to tear her apart and eat her up made the kiss seem primitive and rough, as if it was only the purest and most real way to vent. However, as their breathing became heavier and heavier, the kiss was inevitably stained with lust and ambiguity.
It was only when the woman in his arms clutched his shoulder so tightly that he could not ignore it that Qiao yanze let go of her with a low gasp, but his arm was still tightly wrapped around her waist.