The night is long saintess -2

Xiao Ling'r's heart thundered like the hooves of a thousand wild horses, her every nerve ending alight with an unbridled desire that threatened to consume her very being.

In the touch of this mysterious, dominant man, she had abandoned all pretense of propriety, surrendering herself wholly to the lustful & sinful urges awakened within her.

"Ahh- Nnnghh❤️..." she breathed, her voice trembling with unrestrained longing.

'His touch sets my soul aflame. I... I have never felt this way before... "Nnghhh"... I am... I have become something unsightly, I want something within me,' her mind ran a short race under his tongue that toyed with her nipple.

Trembling fingers traced the sculpted planes of his chest, marveling at the raw power contained within.

How could one man evoke such exquisite sensations, reducing her to a quivering mess of wanton need?