It must be admitted, Nangong Yaoling is a master when it comes to flirting.
Every time, unless he has her pleading for mercy, he won't let her go.
Of course, this time is no exception, relentlessly tormenting her even more.
Xia Xiaonuan's body became stiff, sometimes soft again.
The man's scorching breath sprayed onto her body.
Xia Xiaonuan's toes curled slowly in the air.
The man, with his large hands, rubbed her sensitive spots, while his lips gently bit her strap and moved it downward bit by bit.
Her dress and lingerie were slowly pulled down by his teeth.
Xia Xiaonuan felt a slight chill sweep over her, but when Nangong Yaoling's body moved away, sunlight hit her skin, bringing warmth once again.
Xia Xiaonuan raised her eyes, looking at the man's handsome face under the sunlight, like a Satanic demon, elegance mixed with wickedness, and wickedness mixed with tenderness.
He seemed like the most exquisite creation under God's hand, this man was perfect all over.
