The utterly tangled and intoxicated expression on that bright, fair face seemed especially alluring.
The man's movements grew more intense and violent, the frequency nearly frenzied.
"No... no..." Her voice trembled with a quaver, "Too fast! No... I'm scared!"
Whether she was truly scared or what, her eyes were half-open, half-closed, seductive and captivating. She held onto his shoulders, letting him manipulate her, but the words she spoke carried a tearful tone, "I'm scared, gentle... slower... Little Uncle, scared!"
The more she spoke, the more evident her tremble became, yet it only sparked more fire.
Lu Beichen leaned down to kiss her, unwilling to relax for even a moment, "Yes, I am your Little Uncle. If you're scared, just call me, call me and you won't be scared!"
"Mmm ah..." She whimpered, "Little Uncle, Little Uncle..."
