The alluring, soul-stirring scent was irresistible. Jiang Baibing involuntarily shifted forward, kneeling between Chen Yang's legs.
Then, under Chen Yang's playful gaze from above, she grasped the scalding hardness with both hands. Without hesitation, she opened her warm, fragrant mouth and slowly took the tip inside, her pink tongue swirling around it.
"HISS."
The sensation of being enveloped in moist warmth overwhelmed him. Combined with Jiang Baibing's beauty, it made Chen Yang suck in a sharp breath. He stroked her hair and praised, "Sister Bingbing, your little mouth feels so good."
Instinctively, Chen Yang thrust his hips a few times, wanting to slide all the way into her mouth and experience the full pleasure.
After all, this was the aloof campus belle from the same university as Xinxin. She was the queen bee of her social circle, who wouldn't even give a powerful official's son like Zheng Zhihua the time of day. She was an icon adored by boys and worshiped by girls.
