Lin Feng's kiss wasn't hurried, nor was it forceful.
Ye Jian's hands, hesitant at first, gradually found their place on him, resting firmly and entwining around his neck.
Her breathing grew uneven, her chest rising and falling more quickly as she was drawn deeper into the sensation.
A moment later, their mouths deepened, and their tongues met.
Lin Feng's tongue, long, thick, and assertive, probed and toyed with Ye Jian's, initiating a heated struggle.
She found herself easily overpowered, slipping quickly onto the losing side of the fight.
Then she felt it… something unmistakably hard and huge pressing between her trembling thighs.
It pressed insistently, leaving Ye Jian with no choice but to spread her legs and wrap them around Lin Feng's hips.
The thick, heated length of his yang root slapped gently against her secret garden, the contact sending sparks of electricity through her body.
