Young Master Chu's lips curved slightly, as he lifted her waist, she had to arch her back, creating a delicate curve that was stunning, the man propped his hands on her sides, kissing her back as he sank his body.
"Ah—"
The sudden sensation made Tong Ran cry out in surprise, her hands tightly gripping the sheets, "It hurts!"
"Bear with it for me!"
"Don't…"
The round bed shook violently under the man's control, Tong Ran felt limp and sore all over as if she was falling apart, the tacit and perfect fit was too overwhelming to resist, every inch seemed to recall a past fusion, the man lifted her entire body and changed to another position, he lowered his head to kiss her lips, his tongue wantonly exploring inside, dominantly drawing out her sweetness.
The sheets beneath were a mess, Tong Ran's legs were stretched straight, her rounded nails left red streaks on his strong back, her eyes were dazed, and she couldn't help but cry out, "Mo Nanjue…"
