After just three minutes, Lin Jingyi's delicate body began to turn a rosy red. As she released the wet Black Dragon, her jade-like hips started to tremble violently, a tremor that spread to her entire body.
Chen Yang felt the scalding heat erupt from the tip of his tongue as the rosy blossom before him contracted. Curious, he reached out and rubbed it with his finger.
Lin Jingyi twitched suddenly. "No… don't touch there now, Xiao Yang… It's… it's so ticklish…"
"MM..."
Soon after, her arms gave out, and she collapsed onto Chen Yang's body. "Little… you little devil… I'm ascending to heaven…" Lin Jingyi's face was flushed red as she murmured, glistening strands of saliva at the corners of her lips.
Her mind was filled with the memory. It was her first time trying something like this. To her surprise, the combined psychological and physical stimulation made her very soul tremble, threatening to float right out of her body.
