Soon, the two of them were utterly infatuated.
Chen Bin only felt a soft and tingling sensation envelop him—moist, warm, and incredibly wonderful.
Cheng Xinxue, meanwhile, was lost in the peculiar sensation of submission, especially intoxicated by Chen Bin's slaps and scolding.
"Mmm… I like it so much, I like it so much…"
"If you like it, eat more," Chen Bin said as he tugged at Cheng Xinxue's hair, "Put some effort into it."
"Mmhmm! I'm trying harder, my cheeks are so sore, I'm already making such an effort," Cheng Xinxue gasped for breath.
Chen Bin squeezed her softness tightly and chuckled, "It seems your mouth has reached its limit."
Cheng Xinxue's heart leapt with joy, and she hurriedly flipped over to lie down, spreading her legs towards Chen Bin.
With a swipe of her index and ring fingers, the clear and gleaming sight was immediately before Chen Bin's eyes, quivering, waiting, yearning.
Droplets glistened and made the pink even pinker.