Lin Feng's lips were warm and demanding.
He kissed her like a man who already owned the right to do so deeply, thoroughly, his tongue sliding past her lips to taste her.
One of his hands stayed locked in Ning Xi's hair, keeping her in place while he continued to roll his hips in slow, deep thrusts.
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The wet sound of their fucking filled the small space between the three of them and the soft, rhythmic squelch of his thick cock sliding in and out of Ning Xi's soaked cunt, the faint slap of skin, the broken little whimpers that spilled from her every time he pushed all the way in.
His other hand held Hazel steady as he kissed her harder, claiming her mouth with the same confident control he used on Ning Xi's body.
Hazel's knees felt weak.
The mix of sensations and the taste of him, the obscene wet rhythm of his cock still moving inside another woman right beside her, the low, broken moans Ning Xi kept making was almost too much.
