Tearing off her clothes, Ling Weihao's eyes twinkled, admiring her body, as if enjoying a delicate and perfect handiwork.
The lips were full and reddish, and he kissed her lips. The wet tongue lightly prodded her closed teeth, gently reaching out and sucking the sweet nectar in her mouth, intoxicating him.
The hand kneaded on her skin, roughly, heedless of her pain.
He started with a shallow kiss, but a crazy kiss that made her choke and her tongue go numb.
Ling Weihao let him kiss her red and swollen lips and saw her gasp for air, and the beautiful corners of his mouth lifted a wicked smile. And kissed all the way down her white neck.
He really doesn't understand it. The woman's body seems to have a magic that makes him linger.
Ling Weihao's hot lips were etched on her skin. Because
