After a moment, Tang Li suddenly commanded, "You lie down first."
Speaking, she was already pushing Song Baiyan's shoulders.
Song Baiyan had his big hand on her neck and slowly moved it down, grabbing her waist and, following the force of Tang Li's hand, he was pressed onto the large bed.
Tang Li still maintained a straddling posture.
Her hands, pressed against the firm chest beneath Song Baiyan's shirt.
Her first reaction was that it felt good.
Song Baiyan was lying flat, letting her do as she pleased, except that a pair of distinct-knuckle big hands moved from her waist to her thighs.
The palm touched the girl's smooth skin.
Tang Li lowered her head and met the man's interested gaze.
Song Baiyan's mouth had a hint of a smile, and Tang Li, being watched by his deep eyes, felt a bit embarrassed, so she deliberately said in a dark tone, "No matter how loudly you shout, it's useless. No one will come to rescue you!"
"..." Mr. Song.
