At this moment, Zong Zhan pulled her hand down, "Are you sure I still need Viagra?"
"You're still soft, why wouldn't you need it?"
Xi Luo lay under him with a mischievous smile, mocking him. In short, unless absolutely necessary, she was not ready to give in.
Zong Zhan licked his back teeth, "Stirring things up?"
"Telling the truth is stirring things up?"
Zong Zhan stared at her mouth, his gaze growing darker, "Xi Luo, you're asking for it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Zhan pressed her tightly beneath him and covered her lips with a deep kiss.
It was so deep that Xi Luo soon felt short of breath, and her mind began to blur.
Nearly thirty years old, and still completely inexperienced.
Sometimes Xi Luo would fantasize, what exactly is the taste of love and desire between men and women.
