Feng Yun changed the place and has moved to the couch. He was sitting on the comfy couch while she was sitting on his lap.
Feng Yun lifted her chin, tilting her face up to him. His lips descended, claiming hers with a heat that was no longer gentle. Wang Ruo melted against him, her soft moan muffled as his tongue parted her lips with practised ease.
The kiss deepened, urgent yet familiar, their bodies fitting together like water flowing into stone grooves long carved. She clung to him, her fingers tangling in his robe, pulling him closer, as though she could erase every distance between them.
She responded nicely and lovingly, taking on his tongue in the romantic battle of the French kiss...
Feeling his adrenaline rising, Feng Yun slowly traced his hands to her breast, fondling it, before moving to her tits, teasing and pinching it slightly, prompting a sensual moan from Wang Ruo...
"Aah"
