Shi Qing's desire is intense and highly aggressive.
She is like a raging fire, ready to burn everything around her to ashes.
Qin Chuan cannot feel her hunger, only a perverse possessiveness.
A true man must stand tall in the world.
How could he live under others?
Qin Chuan directly took the initiative, grabbing the delicate bends of her two legs.
He initially thought of throwing her back onto the sofa, but helplessly, Shi Qing clamped his dog-waist firmly with her legs.
Due to the small space between the sofa and the coffee table, Qin Chuan stumbled, unable to stead himself.
Fortunately, he was agile enough to stabilize himself at the edge of the sofa.
Shi Qing, however, seemed to feel nothing, her legs gripping Qin Chuan, her arm encircling his neck.
Her blood-red lips greedily sought the saliva in Qin Chuan's mouth.
Her little mouth was like a bottomless pit.
She would not rest until she drained Qin Chuan of his saliva.
