118 The Right Kind of Light

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Tasting him again, Yan Xiaoran felt her heart drumming against her chest, threatening to come out at any moment.

He had asked her what kind of idea she had inside her head and rather than replying to that with words. She answered him with her actions.

Wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft, Yan Xiaoran proceeded to lick and wrap her mouth around him. She could hear his groans reverberating in his chest and to her derrière. 

Arching her back, Yan Xiaoran let him have a VIP seat in the show. Well, he couldn't really see anything but her derrière. However, that should be enough to make him crazy.