In Sun Zhe's bedroom.
Meng Shiyang balanced on one slender, black-stockinged leg, her hands wrapped around Sun Zhe's neck. She gazed at him with longing, her eyes incessantly urging him on. Her other leg was lifted high with a bent knee, her smooth, silk-clad thigh pinned tightly against Sun Zhe's waist by his arm. The fragrant valley between her legs was nearly pressed against Sun Zhe's hairy abdomen.
"Master, hurry and come in."
Sun Zhe lowered his head, guiding the fierce dragon with one hand. After taking aim, he thrust his powerful hips forward, mercilessly piercing her.
The radiant, beautiful butterfly immediately spread its wings amidst the lush flora.
Meng Shiyang lowered her head to watch herself be penetrated. She involuntarily furrowed her brow and let out a soft moan, her beautiful eyes hazy with a dazed and sweet springtime charm.
"Master..."
"Hmm?"
"Shiya really likes you..."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe's gaze grew intense, and he immediately quickened his pace.
