The sight of Li Zhiyan's glistening, flushed pink folds made even Lin Feng's calm mind race.
He pressed his prodigious divine yang staff against her wet entrance, teasing the soft, sensitive petals with slow, deliberate strokes.
His fingers traced her curves while his other hand held her waist, keeping her perfectly still as he toyed with her in a tantalizing rhythm.
"Ohhhhh…" Li Zhiyan gasped sharply, her back arching involuntarily under his touch.
Her soft moans filled the air, low and desperate, carrying the music of pure anticipation and hunger.
Every teasing movement from Lin Feng made her thighs quiver and her body tremble, her hips lifting slightly to meet his thick monstrous spear even as she tried to hold herself still.
Li Ruoxi, watching from the shadows, felt a stirring in her chest.
The sound of Li Zhiyan's gasps and cries, so full of need and desire, reached her ears and made her lips part unconsciously.
