"No... don't stop..." Lin Wan unconsciously twisted her waist, her thin waistline drawing a seductive curve under the moonlight.
Her voice carried a sweet plea she herself didn't notice, the tremble in its tone dissipating into the damp air.
Her rationality had long been shattered.
She could feel Chen Nan's burning palm branding her waist, while the wet softness inside her uncontrollably contracted, craving a deeper fill.
Every withdrawal brought out sticky sounds, making her ears burn even redder.
Chen Nan's low laugh reverberated through his chest directly to her tightly pressed back, his fingertips slowly sliding down her violently undulating abdomen, drawing circles around her navel: "If you want it, do it yourself."
Lin Wan gazed at him hazily, tiny tear drops hanging on her eyelashes.
