Although Zhong Ling was much smaller than Mu Wanqing, her body was famously softboned and incredibly elastic. Though that narrow, tight passage was filled in an instant, it clung to every inch of Lin Xuan like countless little mouths with powerful suction. The overwhelming pressure and enveloping sensation were enough to drive a man mad.
Compared to Mu Wanqing's restraint and shame, Zhong Ling was far more uninhibited—and far more passionate.
Her legs wound tightly around Lin Xuan's waist like vines. Keeping pace with his thrusts, she actively met him, swaying her hips.
"So... so amazing... Brother Xuan... harder... Ling'er likes it when you use so much strength... ahh... you hit it... there... it feels so sore there..."
Endless lewd words spilled from Zhong Ling's little mouth, enough to make one's heart race. Her large eyes were filled with worship and love, as though at this moment Lin Xuan was her god, her only master.
"Ha! You little temptress, are you trying to drain me dry?"
Lin Xuan was completely ignited by her passion, and his movements became ever more forceful. Each impact produced crisp slapping sounds that rang through the empty mountaintop in an unbroken chorus.
He indulged himself upon Zhong Ling's tender body, attacking from the front before turning her over and entering her from behind, then lifting her up and thrusting as he walked. Every difficult position came naturally to him.
Zhong Ling was like a ball of dough that could be kneaded however he pleased. No matter how Lin Xuan positioned her, she cooperated with all her might. Her soft moans rose and fell like a lark singing in delight.
Beside them, Mu Wanqing watched the blood-heating scene and listened to the unceasing sounds of flesh striking flesh, along with her younger sister's uninhibited cries. Her