Before Zhao Dong could react, Ding Lan gently crouched down, fitting herself against him perfectly.
Feeling that smooth, tight feeling, Zhao Dong was stunned. His mind went blank.
As the former campus belle, her looks and heavenly figure were just as he remembered them. That soft, supple place was still so tight, so captivating...
Ding Lan couldn't control herself. She let out a series of soft moans, her gaze becoming unfocused until she finally collapsed against Zhao Dong, completely limp.
A moment later, Ding Lan slid off Zhao Dong, propping her beautiful legs up as she draped herself over the edge of the bathtub.
She turned her head and gave Zhao Dong a coquettish smile, her beautiful face flushed with a seductive allure. Biting her lip, she spoke in a barely audible whisper, "I... I know you don't like to be passive... come... come on..."
Such a provocation had already pushed Zhao Dong past his limit. Ding Lan's posture was driving him insane!
