THE HOT SPRING (PART 8)

"Ah… mm… Yuan… stop it… it's embarrassing…" Han Luo cried out in embarrassment.

"Ah Luo, it's because you are too wet. Does it feel good?" Mo Yuan played with her ear as he continued, "Do you like my fingers or should I put something else?"

Han Luo shivered as an electrifying sensation rushed over her body. Obviously, she wanted nothing but to be one with him and he knew it and yet he was teasing her with shameful words. He really knew no shame. She pouted her lips pitifully. She glared at him. Her tears threatened to fall.

Mo Yuan turned her toward him and saw her pouty lips and fiery gaze. He held back his laughter and kissed her lips.

Out of anger, Han Luo bit his lips thinking, 'How dare you embarrass me? I'll punish you.'

Mo Yuan sucked her lips and at the same time stretched her vagina. He could feel that she was ready to cum. Just when she would release herself from ecstasy, he pulled out his fingers, earning an unsatisfactory moan from her.