Zhao Mengmeng's breathing was rapid, her face flushed with arousal, looking at the man above her with a brilliant smile on her lips.
This time, she was very willing, and this feeling was just like what she had seen in Japanese films.
No wonder those women could moan so ecstatically.
With that thought, Zhao Mengmeng's face blushed even more suspiciously.
However, due to an instinctive nervousness, she couldn't help but dig her nails into his flesh, scratching several deep marks onto Pei Chenyang's back.
About half an hour later, Pei Chenyang let out a roar, releasing his essence into Zhao Mengmeng's body, then collapsed on her shoulder.
Their sweat mingled together, filling the air with a thick, sweet smell.
"Huff... You're heavy, get up a bit," Zhao Mengmeng panted, pushing at him.
"How did it feel just now?" Pei Chenyang didn't move but gripped Zhao Mengmeng's hands instead, propping himself above her, one on each side, his gaze burning into the Zhao Mengmeng beneath him.
