In fact, Liang Yanyun didn't care about Zhang Yang taking advantage of her, nor did she care about Zhang Yang's hands roaming all over her body.
But this is completely different from what she had imagined. Her body is out of control, forced to endure all sorts of things Zhang Yang does to her.
There is a feeling of being forced upon, both shameful and helpless. This is the first time Liang Yanyun feels things are beyond her control.
Yet Zhang Yang was having a blast, very satisfied with his handiwork.
Liang Yanyun's yoga pants were already soaked through, and the outline of that private area was starkly visible.
And being tightly bound by the rope, is simply a perfect work of art.
At this moment, Liang Yanyun was extremely sensitive, her whole body slippery and covered in lubricant.
Though the ropes no longer chafed her skin as much, they pressed even closer against it.
Zhang Yang took out a small whip and swished it through the air, producing a cracking sound.
