Tianlong chuckled low in his throat, the sound rumbling like distant thunder as he slowly released Yu Xiang's trembling form, letting her slide down from his grip like a ragdoll.
"Fine, whatever you say," he growled, slowly pulling back his fingers from her dripping cunt, leaving Yu Xiang gasping and turning toward him with those wide, teary eyes—her pussy lips snapping shut with a wet smack, still throbbing from the rough parting, slick juices coating her inner thighs like she'd been fingered to the edge—his touch was somewhat just too much of a curse.
Her legs wobbled, thighs slick with her own unwanted arousal as she stumbled back, ass hitting the floor hard, her cheeks burning with humiliation as her hand instinctively cupped her throbbing clit, trying to soothe the ache while tears blurred her vision.
