Lin Feng gently rubbed the large head of his little brother against Su Muyao's delicate pink flower, moving slowly and deliberately.
The warm friction made Su Muyao's body tremble, and before long a slick warmth began to gather from deep within her, spreading outward as her body naturally responded to his teasing nether touch.
With Lin Feng's careful and persistent efforts, everything began to unfold exactly as he intended.
First, he ensured that the thick tip of his eager yang beast was thoroughly coated with Su Muyao's warm love juices.
But he was not satisfied with just that.
Slowly, he began making measured and wise rocking motions with his hips.
His body moved forward and back in a smooth, gliding rhythm, letting his length slide teasingly along her delicate folds, causing her pink petals to shift and sway with every deliberate, erratic motion.
Even then, he did not push inside her yet.
