Delivering Herself to the Devil's Hand

The battle lasted for a while before Tang Shaoyang released everything inside Zhang Mengyao. At the same time, both released a long moan of pleasure. Tang Shaoyang's body fell on top of Mengyao's body while the latter body relaxed.

"Hah… hah…" while trying to calm her breathing, she turned her face toward Tang Shaoyang. The latter smiled at her before kissing her lips, their tongues intertwined as they exchanged a hot kiss.

Zhang Mengyao then noticed the thing inside her started getting hard again. She parted her lips from Tang Shaoyang, "I can't…" Mengyao shook her head, this was their second round, and they had been doing this for almost forty minutes. If they continued, she might pass out from pleasure.

"Alright…" Tang Shaoyang slowly pulled little shaoyang and rolled to her right. He had his face toward the ceiling while slowly closing his eyes.