No Cultivation
Without awaiting Renxian's reply, Kirisu steered his shaft inside, and she lowered herself onto it. Simultaneously, Renxian, without needing instructions, comprehended his role, lifting one of her legs and initiating rhythmic movements with his hips.
Kirisu who was pushed to the door could not do much but embrace him, circled her hands around his neck, and their eyes locked with each other. Their faces were all red, and their expressions wanted to explore these bonds more. Unable to contain the wave of desire, she captured his lips in a fierce kiss.
Renxian countered the attack by rubbing her little lumps in her womanhood and had fun with it as his thumb moved at a rapid pace. Kirisu surrendered to unparalleled pleasure, abandoning their kiss. She threw her head back, allowing Renxian to trail brush along her collar.