"Let go of me! Who wants you to kiss me!" Xu Ying bit him hard and took the opportunity to force his lips back, trying to break free from his arms!
"So what if I want to kiss your lips!"
Leng Yerong pinched her chin with his long fingers. Once again, he pinned her down and kissed her hard!
His strong and long legs pressed down on her wriggling body, and his other hand reached for the back of her dress with evil intentions.
The sound of the zipper seemed to burst through her eardrums, and the straps of her dress were instantly pulled off her shoulders.
Leng Yerong was not afraid at all. His long fingers pinched the two invisible chest pads evilly, tore them off and threw them aside. He asked, " "Is he also kissing and rubbing you like this?"
Xu Ying took a deep breath. Her whole body was hot, and her body trembled slightly. She couldn't help but soften.
"You bastard! You bastard! He's giving me a much better massage than you!"