Had to Save His Face
Yang Xinyu's arms wrapped around her back and in one gentle pull their skins touched. He moved his hand to her hair, feeling their softness, watching them tumble as he released them. Then his hand moved down her face to her lips. He started kissing them, first light and then urgently. They started to move together in a tango of love, their bodies snug together in complete harmony. Wu Lina fell in this natural rhythm. With a soft moan he lifted her on him. They locked eyes for a moment getting turned on by the second. Yang Xinyu stroked her back taking his hand further down at the junction of her hips. He circled the curves there and pressed them hard. His fingers soon found the target and reached inside her. Her head rocked back, a moan escaping her lips.