Luo Qingtong spoke as her tongue lightly licked her lips.
The smile at the corner of her mouth was exceptionally wicked and flirtatious.
The next second, she made her move!
"Mmm!"
With Luo Qingtong's movement, a muffled moan escaped from Ye Qianming.
Then Luo Qingtong suddenly flipped over and sat on top of him.
"How about that? I told you I could beat you, didn't I?"
The expression on Luo Qingtong's face was dangerously bewitching and wanton.
Her right hand rested just below Ye Qianming's lower abdomen.
The man's manhood was in her grasp, which she stroked gently and rhythmically.
The young woman's eyes curved, the smile on her lips brimming with unspeakable wickedness.
"Wasn't I right?"
Luo Qingtong leaned in, whispering breathily in Ye Qianming's ear.
That devilishly tempting look on her face, coupled with her ravishing beauty, was like that of a seductive demon, inciting a desire to hold her in the palm of one's hand and possess her utterly!
This demoness!
