"Mmm!" Yan nodded, even though it wasn't her first time with Ye Chen, she still couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. Her hand clenched tightly onto the bath towel, and her palms were slightly sweating. Despite her experience, there was still a bit of tension.
Ye Chen moved gently, wrapping his arms around Yan's slender waist, then softly pushed her towards the bedhead. Ye Chen leaned on her, capturing her rosy lips. Yan wrapped her arms around Ye Chen's neck, and the two immediately became entangled, like firewood and a raging fire, igniting fiercely. Yan's tongue was soft, tender, and warm, with a moist smoothness. It felt very comfortable in his mouth.
As Ye Chen kissed Yan, he tugged at her bath towel. Yan resisted, her hands gripping the towel tightly. Ye Chen became a bit anxious, hastily murmuring against her earlobe, "Sister, let go, please!"
"Ah... no, don't!" Yan shuddered, her earlobes being her sensitive spot.
