The combination of the Yin-Yang finger and Di Tousen's years of sexual inactivity significantly intensified the impact of Ling Yun's stimulation on her; her mind was no longer clear, and lust took over her mind.
"Mhmm... Ling Yun..." Di Tousen became increasingly intoxicated by the pleasure as Ling Yun licked her ears and seemingly nibbled on them, while his hand continued to play with her soft, firm breasts. Her breath grew heavier and lust clouded her consciousness more. "Mhmm..."
"Tousen, I like your breasts' suppleness and firmness; I am impatient to devour them." Ling Yun whispered in her ear while licking it, but then he moved down to her slender neck. He licked it, wet it with his saliva, and left a few bite marks there.
"Mhmm..." Di Tousen kept moaning as she rubbed Ling Yun's head while pulling the back of his hair several times, enjoying the endless flow of pleasure in her body. "Mhmm..."
