Yun Lan practiced the Child Daoist Skill, which made her never dare to get intimate with men.
Though she had watched some videos and pictures to satisfy her curiosity, she really hadn't—
seen such a large virility tool as Liu Sanming's.
Nor had she seen a man so formidable at the art of suspended pilings...
The scenes were like nails, deeply piercing into Yun Lan's inner being.
Looking at the computer screen now, she felt both shocked and shy, yet excited.
The wet and slippery feeling below and the hollow, contracting desire made Yun Lan unable to resist slipping her delicate jade hand into her pants.
And then into her underwear.
With the other hand, she replayed the surveillance footage.
Yun Lan then began to both admire and tenderly caress the soft petals below with her jade fingers, the trickling stream became more overwhelming, sticky and webbed.
