"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!"
"SLURP, SLURP, SLURP..."
「Inside the hotel room.」
Zhu Yan was kneeling on one knee before Sun Zhe. As her delicate head shook rapidly back and forth, she emitted a deep nasal hum, interspersed with an alluring, wet slurping sound. Like a greedy little girl sneaking a popsicle, the sound alone was enough to whet one's appetite.
Strands of crystalline saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth, stretched into an exaggerated shape. They flowed down her snowy neck, gathering and streaming toward the deep chasm between her breasts.
While indulging, Zhu Yan's hands were not idle. Her left arm tightly hugged Sun Zhe's muscular, hairy thigh, while her right hand kneaded and gently rubbed the two ugly, dark sacks. Her long, pale-painted nails shimmered with tiny, glittering flakes, adorning her pure white hand like a perfect work of art. Yet, this beautiful hand was in intimate contact with those ugly sacks, creating a powerful visual impact.
