But it had to be said, it was incredibly useful—impossible to stop once one started.
Xiao Long gave Yang Wanjin's shapely rear a hard slap.
Yang Wanjin immediately understood and obediently raised her hips, swaying them from side to side.
That sight was simply breathtaking!
As for that mysterious Peach Blossom Spring, it was even more crystal-clear and alluring.
The sight made Xiao Long's heart itch.
At that moment, Xiao Long came up with an even more amusing idea...
Yang Wanjin had long been prepared to welcome Xiao Long.
Yet Xiao Long delayed for a long time before finally touching somewhere.
To Yang Wanjin's disappointment, though, it was only the vanguard—his finger.
Still, having something was better than having nothing, so Yang Wanjin received it.
Before long, Xiao Long's finger withdrew.
Yang Wanjin knew the main event was coming, and her body could not help trembling.
But in the end, the place above her opening came under attack instead.
"How could you..."
Yang Wanjin was utterly embarrassed. Xiao Long had actually attacked that spot of hers, disregarding the front entirely!
This truly made things difficult for Yang Wanjin.
She itched below and hurt above; the sensation was indescribable.
Before she could speak, Xiao Long had already gripped both her hands with one hand, pulling her back against him.
His other hand covered Yang Wanjin's little mouth.
Only allowing her to make muffled whimpers.
Because that was what made it exciting...
Xiao Long tormented Yang Wanjin like this, leaving the stream at her front flowing continuously.
Only after she said many flattering words Xiao Long liked to hear did he finally end her ordeal.
The next day, Yang Wanjin did not dare come out and face anyone, locking herself in a room.
She still clearly remembered exactly what indecent words she