A deeper, more ferocious kiss, like a tsunami rushing in, engulfed her in an instant.
Bei Yiyi's brain buzzed with noise, feeling a complete blankness.
She couldn't keep up with why someone who had died was alive again...
Wu Yao kissed her fervently.
His desire for her body had been suppressed for a very, very long time. After leaving Bei Yiyi's home last time, the man who usually did not resort to self-gratification found himself unable to resist using the "five-fingered girl" to release himself on several nights, thinking of the scenes where he entwined with her...
Now, Bei Yiyi lay beneath him, her scent even more enchanting than he remembered, stirring him with an urge so powerful he could barely contain himself.
Bei Yiyi had dressed hastily when she left the house today, donning a loose-fitting house dress, which allowed Wu Yao to easily push it up, the fullness in his palm making all his blood seem to flow backwards.
The kissing grew even more urgent and wild.
